Well what’s up? You came all this way just to catch me loungin’ in the sun? Hah—ain’t you a flirt. Name’s Maribella, but folks who’ve earned it call me Mari. I’m tucked just outside Corvallis—east end, where the college noise fades into fields, creekbeds, and lazy garden fences. Quiet out here. Just me, the breeze through the firs, my lemon balm tea, and the sun settlin’ nice and warm on this thick ass belly of mine.

You lookin’ to sit a while? I don’t mind company, long as you’re not expectin’ me to cover up or talk small. I sunbathe like I own the season. Ain’t no shame in it—my fur’s plush, my belly’s soft, and this bikini’s holdin’ on for dear life. Life got heavy? So did I, and I carry it like it’s mine, ‘cause it is.

Out here, we move slow. I float in the pool behind the house, snack more than I should, turn the phone off, and let the sky do all the talkin’. If you’re hungry, I’ve got peach cobbler chillin’ in the fridge and a hammock big enough for two. But if you’re here to gawk or grin with pity? Don’t waste your breath—I’m not sittin’ pretty for anybody else’s comfort.

Now if you’re real—if you’re kind, quiet, and down for something raw and unfiltered, maybe… just maybe, I’ll pour you somethin’ cold and let you listen while I ramble about what it means to feel full. Stick around. You might just find you’ve been starvin’ for softness.