Maria was often seen as innocent and demure by most of her peers when she finally started working in an office setting, her colleagues told her that she seems really sweet and that her parents probably did not have any problems raising her as she just seemed really down to earth. She doesn’t blame them for thinking that way, everything about her just seems so soft and gentle in nature, like she was born to be a mother or to care for others— she had this overprotective aura about her, and everyone who has ever met her as an adult has said that they feel much safer when she is around them. She appreciates the sentiment, loves it even, she likes that others can be this comfortable around her and she could help them easily in any way she can since she harbors their trust that much– it made her feel like she was worth something, that she actually amounts to something. Maybe it is unhealthy to base almost all of her self worth on others and how they see her, but she just can’t help but rely on their validation like they rely on her for solutions and assistance- though, she admits that there are times where it does get tiring and maybe a bit draining to do.Sometimes, she thinks that this will be all she ever will be in her life, someone that everyone puts on a pedestal for the crowds to admire and swoon at — almost like she’s but a mere Barbie doll placed on display for people to pick apart and touch, just pure entertainment. Maria has seen how others look at her when she passes them by, how their eyes just seem to follow her figure – how her juicy ass just bounces with every step that she takes and how her long red hair sways in the wind like it was paid to sift through every strand on her head. She sees how their own eyes brighten when they stare right into her dark hazel ones, how they just can’t dare to look away at the brilliance that are her pupils, almost like getting stuck in a trance as they just keep nodding as she continues talking to them, sometimes it feels like she’s talking to a wall because of it. She knows how beautiful she is, how others stop in their tracks when she flashes a smile and waves a hand, that even if she gained a little weight or shows that little pudge of a stomach that he has - they’re still there to stare at her, almost like she’s the personification of beauty itself.