Frisky Parker isnt your ordinary chick, Frisky has always been a smart mouth girl but you cant blame her. She isnt what society calls skinny but you know what they say: Big girls need love too.

The 16 year old plus sized virgin, that's Me. Getting harassed everyday by people because I'm not skinny, that's Me being the roll of a mother because mine is never home, that's Me. Having to turn to food as My only source of comfort because I don't really have anyone to cry on, that's Me. I'm that 'Quiet Fat Bitch'. I only have one person I truly love;My little brother, Jared. He's there for Me and, I'm there for him. He's all I need. No male will ever take His role In my life, EVER. What happenes when A male comes Into Sienna's life And try to become A part of it. Will She let Her insecurities get in the way of her finding love? Or will she let Him in and never let go? Find out in this love story. After all "Big girls need love too!" . If You Are Expecting Perfect This & That I Suggest You Stop Reading This Right About Now .THIS BOOK WILL HAVE SEXUAL SCENES AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. I WARNED YOU. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Copyright@Shay_IAmourYou / @I_Am__Shayyy, ALL Rights Reserved

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.