In a dimly lit dojo a 29 year old bbw woman

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As she walked through the sliding glass doors of the dojo, her black sleeveless dress caught the attention of every person in the room. The woman's ombre hair stood out against the sea of faces, a short but striking frame that framed her beautiful hazel eyes.

The woman herself was taken aback by the sudden focus on her appearance. She had been so focused on getting to class on time that she hadn't even noticed how she looked today. Her small, round face looked even more adorable with her surprise expression.

At 29 years old, this bbw was no stranger to attention. But there was something about the way everyone's eyes lingered on her curves that made her feel a little self-conscious. She shrugged it off and made her way to the mats, trying to focus on the upcoming class rather than her own appearance.

As she began to warm up with the rest of the class, she couldn't help but notice the way the instructors' eyes kept drifting back to her. It was almost as if they were studying her every move, every curve and line of her body.

The woman tried to ignore it, focusing on her breathing and movement instead. But it was hard not to feel like everyone in the room was staring at her, especially when she bent over for a particularly challenging pose.

She sighed inwardly, trying to shake off the feeling of embarrassment that had settled in her stomach. She knew she was beautiful, and she shouldn't let anyone else's opinions make her feel otherwise.

But as she stood up and began to move into the next series of movements, she caught the eye of one of the instructors. He smiled at her, a warm, genuine smile that made her heart skip a beat.

For a moment, she forgot about all the attention from everyone else in the room. All that mattered was the connection between them, the understanding and appreciation that shone in his eyes.

And as they moved through the class together, she felt a sense of belonging, a feeling of being seen and understood for who she truly was. The woman smiled back at him, her hazel eyes shining with gratitude.

For the first time all day, she felt like herself again. And it had nothing to do with how she looked, but everything to do with how she felt – strong, confident, and beautiful inside and out.