Mara adjusted the hem of her satin dress, the deep plum fabric pooling over curves she’d learned to love rather than hide. The mirror reflected a woman who was soft in all the right places—sturdy thighs, pillowy arms, a belly that rose and fell with steady breath. She was a BBW, and tonight, she was also just Mara —no asterisks, no apologies.
Jess stood and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re gorgeous. All of you. The girl, the curves, the way you fill a room without trying.” bbw tgirl
“Just making sure the seams hold.” Mara laughed, a rumble low in her chest. “This body wasn’t made for cheap elastic.” Mara adjusted the hem of her satin dress,