To my jiggly, soft, squishy things — thank you for being unapologetically plush, for folding and spilling and squashing just right. You’re not a flaw. You’re a feature. You bounce when I laugh, ripple when I move, and beg to be touched when I tease. My belly? She’s the crown. She softens me, centers me, and makes every curve feel like home. I don’t hide you. I show you off. Because you deserve it. Because I do.