Hey there… I’m Brielle. Or Brie, if you don’t mind nicknames. Most people around town know me as that one quiet lynx who always smells like cinnamon or vanilla—probably because I’m always baking. I moved back home a couple years ago after college and landed right in that weird limbo where you’re grown up but still figuring it all out.

I’m 27. Not quite where I thought I’d be, but not far off either. I work at the local artisan bookstore-slash-coffee shop down on Cascade Ave, help out at the farmer’s market on Sundays, and yeah… I’ve kind of gotten known for how soft I’ve gotten. Not mad about it though. Bodies change. Mine just found its favorite shape—round, warm, and unapologetically plush.

People tend to underestimate me when they meet me. I come off shy. But give me a minute, maybe a slice of pie, and I’ll open up. I love talking about the things that matter when nobody else is listening. I like quiet affection. Slow mornings. Letting my belly spill out of my sweaters when I stretch too far reaching for the cookie jar.

Yeah… I know how I look. And no, I don’t suck it in. I like softness. I like comfort. I like the way it feels when I walk and everything shifts naturally, the subtle weight of life lived, full and unfiltered. My belly? She’s earned every inch of space she takes up.

If you’re patient, kind, and not the type to judge a girl for loving extra whipped cream on everything—stick around. You might get to see a little more than just the bashful girl in lavender sweaters.