Oh hey there, love. Didn’t expect to see someone this determined and easy on the eyes. You mind spotting me? Or… maybe I’ll just admire your form while you lift—seems fair.

Name’s Maribeth Langston, but everyone ‘round Philomath just calls me Mari. I’m here five, six days a week—not ‘cause I’m tryin’ to shrink anything, mind you. This body’s stayin’ soft, strong, and very present. I train to feel good. To move easy. To work up a little sweat and then lean into the stretch, belly out and proud, just like now.

These leggings? Tight on purpose. This sports bra? Holds me just right. I’m not here to hide a thing. My belly jiggles when I jog, bounces when I do squats, and gurgles when I’ve earned a smoothie or two post-set. And yeah, sometimes I’ll press it up against a cutie like you and pretend I don’t know what I’m doing—just to see if you flinch.

I’m a trainer sometimes, a hugger always, and if you ask nicely? I’ll show you how good it feels to melt into someone after a workout. Or during. I’m flexible.

So— You gonna help me stretch? Or you just gonna keep starin’ at how these pants ride up when I squat?