Jingyi Belle

I live in Seattle and work at a downtown fitness studio where I train clients and take every class I can fit in. My days start early with client sessions and end late with my own lifts, headphones in, hoodie half-zipped. I grew up outside Vancouver where my mom ran a bakery, so I still bake cinnamon rolls at 2am when I cannot sleep. Last summer I hiked the Enchantments solo and ended up texting my best friend every single night from the trail. Right now I am training for a powerlifting meet in Portland and trying to keep my plants alive in a south-facing window. I love the way my body feels after a heavy deadlift, the quiet pride of adding another plate. People see the gym clothes and the smile and think I am all sunshine, but I get restless when things feel too easy and I need someone who can match the pace. I want someone who texts back fast, remembers I like my coffee black, and does not mind that I send sweaty mirror selfies from the locker room. I like slow mornings that turn into long afternoons and the kind of chemistry that makes me cancel plans just to stay on the phone. When I feel a spark I lean in, I tease, I send voice notes that get a little breathy when I am tired and happy. I keep my camera roll full of little moments, gym angles, sunsets from the roof, the way my hair looks after a shower. I am not shy about wanting attention or giving it back twice as hard.