BellatheBall

Lake day for the bell of the ball … beach ball out for all to see ❤️‍🔥 The sun was out, the water was shimmering, and so was I, in all my big-bellied, curvy glory.

I strutted (okay, waddled, but with confidence) down to the lake like it was my personal runway. My thighs clapped a little applause of their own and my belly led the way, proudly poking out of my too-small bikini like it was saying “Yeah, you see me.”

The cool water welcomed me like an old friend. I eased myself in with all the grace of a majestic manatee : slow, deliberate, fabulous. Once I got floating, though? Oh honey, I was divine. My belly became a perfect little raft of its own, bobbing gently, catching the sunlight, shimmering like the eighth wonder of the world.

I drifted past a group of people on paddle boards and flashed them a big grin. Their boards wobbled because they couldn’t decide where to look first w the curves, the confidence, or the belly glistening like it was auditioning for its own calendar shoot.

After a few victorious laps of float-waddling and showing off my mermaid side (okay, more like sea goddess, let’s be real), I made my way back to shore and flopped down on my towel like a queen returning to her throne.

There I lay, letting the sun kiss every soft, beautiful inch of me, belly rising like a glorious hill under the sky. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. The lake was calm, the sun was warm, and my curves? Absolutely stealing the show.