I never thought twenty kilograms could change the way someone looked at me.
Before I became a mother, my husband, Ryan, used to tell me I was beautiful almost every day. He’d wrap his arms around me in the kitchen, kiss my forehead, and make me feel like the most important woman in the world.
Then our son was born.
Motherhood was everything I had dreamed of—and everything I hadn’t expected. Sleepless nights, endless feedings, exhaustion that settled deep into my bones. My body changed. The weight stayed. Stretch marks appeared where smooth skin used to be.
I kept telling myself I’d eventually get back to my old shape.
But months passed.
Then a year.
The scale showed twenty kilograms more than before pregnancy.
And Ryan noticed.
At first, it was subtle comments.
“You should start exercising again.”
“My coworker’s wife had twins and got her figure back in six months.”
“Maybe we should eat healthier.”
I tried not to let it hurt. I told myself he was concerned about my health.
Then the comments became sharper.
Crueler.
One evening, while scrolling through social media, he showed me a picture of a fitness influencer.
“See? That’s dedication.”
I stared at the screen.
She looked nothing like a woman who spent her nights rocking a crying baby to sleep.
But I stayed silent.
I always stayed silent.
The worst moment happened on a Saturday afternoon.
Ryan suggested we stop at a café after shopping.
I was actually excited. We hadn’t spent much time together lately, and I hoped maybe we’d reconnect.
The café was crowded but cozy. We found a table near the window.
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