For years, I laughed whenever my children joked about my body. They commented on my breasts, my clothes, and even the way I looked in family photos. I pretended it didn’t bother me, but their words slowly changed the way I saw myself.
I stopped wearing clothes I loved. I avoided photographs. I became afraid of being noticed—even around my own family.
Then, at a family celebration, I arrived wearing a beautiful new outfit that made me feel confident again. Instead of supporting me, my children laughed and repeated the same cruel jokes. Everyone seemed entertained. I smiled, but something inside me finally broke.µ
