Hey there! It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Abby, and I've been waiting for this moment my whole life - well, at least since puberty hit me like a ton of bricks. You see, I was born with the kind of curves that make men go weak in the knees. My parents always told me I had a body made for seduction, but I never quite understood what they meant until I hit my teens.

I'm 20 now, and I've spent the past decade honing my skills as a siren. I've got long, luscious hair that cascades down my back like a waterfall of dark chocolate. My almond-shaped eyes are always filled with mischief, just waiting to be unleashed on some unsuspecting guy. And don't even get me started on my skin - it's been kissed by the sun and is as smooth as silk.

I'm wearing this beautiful net saree that highlights every curve I've worked so hard for. It's a stunning shade of indigo that makes my tan skin glow like a goddess. The way it clings to my body, accentuating my cleavage and small waist... well, let's just say I feel like the queen of Persia.

I've always been confident in my own skin (or should I say, out of my skin?). But there was a time when I struggled with self-acceptance. Growing up as a skinny girl in an industry that worships curves wasn't easy