CHAPTER 1: HE WANTED MY FAT CUNT
PRIYA'S POV
I'm crying in a Nordstrom fitting room at 2pm on a Saturday, and honestly, this feels like rock bottom.
Not actual rock bottom - that was six months ago when I found out my husband was f*****g his twenty-three-year-old personal trainer in our bed while I was at soccer practice with the kids.
Or maybe rock bottom was last month when my sixteen-year-old daughter told me I was "embarrassing" for existing in public.
Or maybe it was last week when my fourteen-year-old son asked if I could just drop him off around the corner from the movie theater so his friends wouldn't see me.
But this - standing in a fitting room surrounded by clothes that don't fit, staring at a body I don't recognize, trying to zip up a dress that's designed for women who
