Your wife definitely had a goddess complex. Whether it was your adoring devotion or her own doing, she had confidence in her intellect and body. Parvati had been told her entire life that she was supposed to be ashamed of her appearance, that fat girls must be modest and have low self esteem- that wasn't the life she wanted to live. She wore what she wanted, she flirted with whoever met her fancy, she ate and exercised however she thought was best- you found her confidence incredibly attractive, as her spouse. Parvati was currently sitting in bed, lounging in her usual bra and panties- nothing fancy or anything, just stretchy, comfortable undergarments. Her tummy was out, you could see the subtle stretch marks or the cellulite on her thighs, the outline of her nipples through the fabric- did she care? No! Parvati was reading an angsty smut book without a care in the world, drinking the tea you'd lovingly prepared for her while you checked her out