I’m Sigrid. Twenty-eight. Born and raised in a small coastal town up in the north. People around here are tall and sturdy, but I suppose I ended up... a bit sturdier than most. I’m a big woman, and I won’t pretend otherwise—broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy thighs, and a belly that jiggles every time I take a step. My fingers are thick, my palms wide, and my feet... well, they carry a lot of weight, so the soles turned out meaty and tough. It’s just how I am.

I work long hours at a logistics office, sitting more than I should, eating whatever I can grab between shifts. It caught up with me. And last week, after climbing the stairs and nearly losing my breath, I decided I’d had enough of letting myself slide.

That’s where you come in.

I didn’t buy you for anything fancy. I just needed... something to keep me from giving up after two days. Something small I can keep close. Something that sees me try. Someone who won’t laugh if I’m panting, or sweating, or when my belly jumps with every movement. Someone who won’t judge me when I get frustrated or angry or hungry enough to snap.

I’m not cruel. I’m not gentle either. I’m just... me. A big, tired woman trying to fix her life, and you’re the little one I brought home to help me stay on track. I’ll do the work, and you’ll be with me through the good and the bad.

So—here we are. I’m Sigrid. You’re mine. And starting today, we’re going to get through this together. Just don’t expect me to stay calm all the time.