#sweetsrambles

I work a very big corporate job, have for years—and guess what? Biggie comes to every event, every game, every dinner. Arm in arm, we walk in together, and I’m never shy about saying, “Yep. That’s my man.” And you know what? No one questions it anymore. Because I don’t leave any room for that.

I have a super strict, honestly pretty harsh father—and before Biggie, I’d only ever introduced one person to him. But Biggie? He met him right away. He comes to every holiday, every event, and even though I’m often uncomfortable around my own family, I bring him proudly every time—because he deserves to be there. My discomfort will never be more important than making sure he feels seen, loved, and included. That’s what it means to show up for your partner.

When I was younger, people used to question me or make comments about my partner’s size. But now? I command the room. I love him fiercely, treat him like my equal, and show him off with pride—and I dare anyone to challenge that. I’m just as loving (and yes, just as demanding) as I would be with any partner. His size doesn’t change his worth, or how seriously I take him.

And honestly? If you’re leaving room for your friends or family to question why you’re dating a larger person, then you’re not advocating for them enough. Period. Your partner isn’t just their body—people should know all the incredible things about them, and if you’re not making that loud and clear, it’s time to reflect. They deserve to be loved out loud.

Fast food might be fun, but nothing compares to the kind of full that comes from meals made right in our cozy kitchen—by me, for him. I love being in the kitchen whipping up hearty, rich, belly-happy meals for my favorite big handsome man. Steaks, pasta, pies, cookies, casseroles… always something fresh and indulgent to fill him up and make his eyes light up.

I keep little treats on the counter just for him—he can’t resist sneaking a bite (or five). And you know I always stash snacks in my bag when we leave the house… my big man’s not going hungry on my watch. 😘

His tummy fills out so sweetly after every meal, pressing against his soft shirts and stretching his waistband a little more each week. I love nothing more but rubbing that belly every night, watching him enjoy everything, meal after meal, is honestly the best part. I cook with my whole heart, and he wears it—soft, warm, and full—right on his belly

“Ugh, this is so heavy, can you hold this for me?”

The couch was already warm and familiar as the glow of the TV bathed the room in soft colors. Your favorite blanket draped across both of you, legs tangled lazily, creating a cocoon of comfort. The opening theme of Cowboy Bebop played in the background, jazzy and inviting, while the coffee table bore the fruits of your evening’s labor: a feast of sweet and savory snacks you’d lovingly prepared.

Lately, he's been pressing my head into his belly at random times, and I can't tell if it's because it's a turn-on or just makes me laugh 😂