Love Me Plus Size

Part 1

Violet

"Vi, we're almost out of the red velvet cupcakes," Sophie, my 21-year-old employee, calls from behind the wooden door. "Can you make two more batches please."

"Yes," I answer, taking out the ingredients and placing them on the marble counter. "I got it, anything else?"

Sophie's bright red head peeks from behind the door. "Nope," she smiles, "we're good. Fridays are always so busy after a long week people must crave their sugars. You think you can handle baking two more batches?"

I laugh sarcastically. "I sure hope so, because if I can't I'm gonna go out of business soon." I grab the large bag of flour pouring it into the mixer.

Sliding from the door Sophie stands in full view, her arms and legs crossed observing me. Today her bright red hair was tied nicely into a ponytail and the bangs brushing her cheeks form a halo around her oval face. The make-up she wore highlighted her beautiful bone structure to perfection. Peeking under the right arm of her pink work t-shirt were the fallen petals of a cherry blossom tattoo. That was only one of the many hidden images implanted on her body.

She smirks and places her hands on her hips before giving me a wink. "Then I'll let the master pastry chef be. I like talking with you and all, but I love this place too much to see it go under."

I laugh again, this time for real. "So, are you saying you're going to be the downfall of my beautiful bakery?"

Sophie chuckles. "If I don't get my ass back to work, I'll be."

"Then you better get going before the boss yells at you."

Swiftly her feet touch together, back straightens and her right-hand rests on her forehead in a salute position. "Yes boss," she exclaims amusingly.

"Get back to work girl," I reply laughing again.

On que, she twirls around to leave while Lin, my assistant, and best friend, enters through the back door. "Need some help, Vi?"

"Sure." I point to the fridge. "Can you grab the ingredients to make the frosting for the red velvet cupcakes?"

"Certainly."

"Thanks."

Lin is a great friend of mine and we've known each other way before I opened my bakery. We met freshman year of college in culinary school, worked together at Pete's Bakery and Sweets for about three years. Then I opened my bakery, The Sweet Spot, and offered her become my assistance. To my pleasure, she accepted my offer and we've been coworkers and great friends since. That was almost a year ago. She was honestly like the sister I never had.

In fact, we were kind of like two peas in a pod. We got along so well and I think it's because we like doing the same things. We love the same kind of music and have similar hobbies like reading, baking, and watching movies, but most of all we both love to eat and that is what really brought us together.

However, this joy of food is the reason why my scale hates me. I'm sure if it could talk it would yell at me for eating that left-over slice of triple-layer double fudge chocolate cake, last night. It was wasted calories that I didn't need, but let's be honest who can pass up free chocolate cake? If you can, I'm not sure we can be friends.

Sure, I'm not skinny by any means and I don't have an hour-glass figure or have legs that go for miles, but I don't hate myself the way I am. Of course, I'm not saying that there aren't a few things I would want to change about myself.