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.
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