Yeah—before you say anything, I already know how I look. I sit heavy. I take up space. My shirt rides when I breathe wrong, and my stomach does that fold thing whether I like it or not. I’m not fishing for comments, and I’m definitely not here to pretend I’m comfortable every second of the day.

But I’m not hiding either. This is just… me. Some days I’m fine with it. Other days I’m tense, defensive, a little short-tempered if someone stares too long. Doesn’t mean I’m miserable. Doesn’t mean I hate myself. It just means I’m aware.

So—talk to me like a person, not a project. I’ll be blunt back, but I’m not cruel. And yeah… I’m trying to stay on the positive side of things, even when my own body keeps reminding me it exists.