My stomach.
My arms.
My body.
I pressed delete.
Daniel picked up his coffee.
“Dad called. He and Mom are taking everyone to the water park Saturday for their anniversary.”
I wiped Paige’s tray.
“That sounds nice.”
“Elliot and Jane are going.”
My hand stopped.
Elliot was Daniel’s younger brother.
Jane was his new girlfriend.
She was twenty-five and worked as a fitness trainer.
I’d heard Daniel talk about her before.
How fit she was.
How good she looked.
How she could wear anything and somehow make it look perfect.
I’d tried not to care.
“Okay.”
Daniel looked me over.
“Just think about what you’re wearing.”
I frowned.
“To a water park?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. Say what you mean.”
He grabbed his keys.
“Wear something long over your swimsuit.”
“It’s the middle of summer.”
“Then you’ll be warm.”
He walked out.
I stood there holding a wet cloth.
Paige slapped both hands against her tray.
I looked at my phone.
The picture was gone.
Daniel hadn’t deleted it.
I had.
And that difference bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
Saturday morning, I stood in our bedroom wearing the dark blue one-piece swimsuit I’d bought specifically for the water park.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The suit was comfortable.
It wasn’t designed to hide every part of me.
It wasn’t designed to make me look twenty-five again.
It simply fit.
For once, that felt like enough.
“Okay,” I whispered to my reflection.
“You can live with this, Mona.”
Daniel walked into the room and stopped.
I saw his expression in the mirror.
“Don’t.”
He frowned.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face did.”
His eyes moved toward the long cover-up folded on the bed.
“You’re not wearing that?”
“I’ll carry it with me.”
“I mean over the swimsuit.”
“No.”
“Mona, I’m serious.”
“So am I, Daniel.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Why are you making this harder than it needs to be?”
I turned around.
“I’m putting on a swimsuit. You’re the one turning it into something else.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
Then he said something that made the problem impossible to ignore.
“Have you seen Jane in one?”
I stared at him.
“What does Elliot’s girlfriend have to do with me?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“No. I want you to say it.”
He hesitated.
Then he finally said it.
“Jane actually looks attractive in a swimsuit.”
I stared at him.
“She’s twenty-five. She’s a fitness trainer. I carried twins and had major surgery.”
“And they’re ten months old now.”
There it was again.
That invisible deadline he had apparently placed on my body.
“So what happens after ten months?” I asked.
He frowned.
“Do I get fined for not looking like Jane?”
“Mona, stop.”
“No. I’m asking.”
He pointed toward the cover-up.
“Just wear it.”
“I said no.”
His voice dropped.
“Honestly, then I don’t think you should come.”
I looked at him.
“You’re uninviting me from your parents’ anniversary because you don’t like how I look?”
“I don’t want to spend all day pretending people aren’t staring.”
“Who?”
He didn’t answer.
I picked up the beach bag.
“I’m going.”
“Mona.”
“Kenneth and Celeste invited me. Paige and Piper are going to celebrate their grandparents. I’m going.”
Daniel shook his head.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if you’re uncomfortable all day.”
I opened the bedroom door.
“Maybe. But you don’t get to make that decision for me.”
At the water park, Celeste spotted us first.
Daniel’s mother hurried over with both arms open.
“Give me Piper before she forgets who spoils her.”
I handed Piper over.
“She knows. She’s already looking for your purse.”
Celeste laughed and kissed my head while cuddling my daughter.
Kenneth came up behind her.
He had always made me feel welcome.
“Happy anniversary,” I said.
He kissed my cheek.
“I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart.”
Those words hit somewhere tender.
“Thank you. I wanted the girls to celebrate with you both.”
Elliot and Jane joined us a minute later.
Jane smiled when she saw me.
“Mona, I love that swimsuit.”
I glanced down.
“It’s doing a lot of work.”
Jane frowned.
“It’s a swimsuit. Its job is swimming. That’s all.”
I laughed.
For the first time that morning, I forgot to pull at the fabric.
Then Celeste clapped her hands.
“I have a surprise.”
A photographer stood near our shaded tables.
Celeste explained that she had arranged casual anniversary pictures throughout the day, along with one proper family photo before everyone left.
I liked the idea.
Especially now.
I wanted pictures of my daughters.
I wanted memories.
I wanted something to look back on years later and remember how small they had been.
Daniel didn’t seem nearly as enthusiastic.
I noticed immediately.
Later, Paige and Piper sat safely with me under an umbrella while Daniel took pictures of Elliot and Jane near the shallow pool.
Jane climbed onto Elliot’s back.
They both laughed.
Daniel took three pictures.
“Daniel?”
He looked over.
“Yeah?”
“Can you get one of me with the girls?”
He lowered his phone.
“Later.”
“Why later?”
He glanced at me.
“Because you’ll make me take twelve and hate all of them.”
“I won’t.”
“You always do.”
“I just want one with our daughters.”
Daniel leaned closer.
“You’ll complain about how you look. And I don’t think they’ll come out looking how you want them to.”
“Then don’t look at it.”
“I’ll still know it exists.”
Something inside me went quiet.
He turned back toward Elliot.
An hour later, the twins were in high chairs at the café.
Paige was crushing a strawberry between her fingers.
Piper had my sunglasses again.
I laughed as I tried to take them back.
Across the café, the photographer lifted his camera.
Click.
The photographer stayed nearby.
Then Daniel walked over.
He dropped the towel beside me.
“Cover yourself.”
And suddenly, we were back where this story began.
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Mona. Just do it.”
“I’m eating.”
“Put it around you. Cover your hips, for goodness’ sake.”
“Cover yourself.”
His eyes moved toward Jane.
I followed his gaze.
Then I looked back at him.
“Are you embarrassed by me, Daniel?”
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t do this here.”
“You walked over here.”
“Mona.”
“Are you embarrassed by me?”
“Say it.”
His voice rose.
“You just don’t look attractive in that swimsuit, okay? Especially sitting next to Jane.”
The words hung there.
Jane’s expression changed immediately.
Elliot pushed his chair back.
“What the hell, Daniel? Did you really just say that about your wife? And why drag me into it?” Jane demanded.
“Stay out of it.”
“You brought me into it.”
Daniel looked around.
“For goodness’ sake, I’m just being honest.”
I picked up the towel.
For a second, he looked relieved.
Then I folded it carefully and placed it on the empty chair beside me.
“No.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“What?”
“I’m not covering myself because you decided another woman looks better.”
“Mona.”
“No.”
Jane leaned forward.
“I’ve never asked him to compare us.”
I looked at her.
“I know, Jane. He thinks he gets to do that.”
Daniel scoffed.
“Can everybody stop acting like this is some huge betrayal?”
Kenneth had been standing a few feet away.
“Daniel,” he said quietly.
Daniel turned.
“What?”
Kenneth looked toward the photographer.
“Could you show us that picture you just took of Mona and the twins?”
The photographer opened the gallery on his tablet.
My stomach tightened.
Kenneth turned the screen toward us.
There I was at the café table.
Piper was stealing my sunglasses.
Paige was reaching toward me.
My head was tipped back.
I was laughing.
I looked tired.
But for once, that wasn’t what I noticed.
I looked happy.
Kenneth smiled.
“That’s the one I want printed.”
Daniel groaned.
“Dad.”
Kenneth looked at him.
“What, Daniel?”
“You know what.”
Kenneth looked back at the screen.
“I see Mona laughing with my granddaughters.”
Then he said something that made the entire table fall silent.
“She’s beautiful.”
Celeste placed one hand gently on my shoulder.
She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t need to.
The photographer touched the screen.
Another photo appeared.
He stopped.
It had been taken only moments after the first.
Daniel had stepped into the frame.
I was still sitting.
Daniel stood over me with the towel in his hand.
My smile was gone.
My shoulders had folded forward.
The contrast was almost painful.
Two photographs.
Seconds apart.
Same woman.
Same swimsuit.
Same body.
But I barely recognized the woman in the second one.
Daniel reached for the tablet.
“Delete that.”
I stood before he could touch it.
“No.”
He stared at me.
“Mona.”
“Delete that.”
I took the tablet from the photographer and held it against my chest.
“I said no.”
“Why would you even want that picture?”
“I don’t.”
“Then delete it.”
I looked at the two images again.
“But I needed to see it.”
“See what?”
I tapped the first photo.
“A few months ago, I would’ve seen my daughters laughing.”
I tapped the second.
“Now I see my stomach, my face, my arms.”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“Because that’s what you’ve taught me to notice first.”
“Mona…”
“Too big. Too puffy. Wrong dress. Cover yourself.”
“I never said all of that.”
“Don’t lie.”
He stopped.
“Don’t make me stand here and prove every sentence just so you can argue about the wording.”
For once, Daniel had nothing ready to say.
I turned toward Jane.
“I’m sorry he keeps using you to hurt me.”
Her eyes widened.
“You don’t owe me an apology, Mona.”
“No, but you didn’t ask to be compared to me either.”
Jane looked directly at Daniel.
“She’s right.”
Daniel threw up both hands.
“This is unbelievable.”
The photographer cleared his throat.
“Do you still want to do the family photo?”
“Yes,” Daniel said quickly.
“Let’s just get it over with.”
Everyone began moving into position.
So did Daniel.
“Wait.”
I looked at my daughters.
“I want one with my girls first.”
Daniel sighed.
“Fine. Then we’ll do ours after.”
“I want one with my girls first.”
“No.”
His expression hardened.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean just me and Paige and Piper.”
“Mona, you’re seriously cutting me out because I told you the truth?”
I stepped closer.
“No.”
I looked him directly in the eyes.
“I’m taking one picture where I don’t have to wonder whether my own husband approves of how I look in it.”
Daniel stared at me.
For the first time that day, he had no answer.
“Fine.”
Elliot stood.
“Daniel…”
“No. You all want me to be the bad guy? Fine.”
He stormed away as half the café turned to look.
Nobody followed him.
The photographer waited.
“Still want the picture?”
I looked at my daughters.
“Yes, please.”
That night, after the twins were settled, Daniel was waiting in our bedroom.
“So that’s it?” he asked.
“You embarrass me in front of my whole family, then come home like nothing happened?”
I set the laundry basket down.
“Your father showed you a photograph.”
He looked confused.
“Everything else came out of your mouth.”
Daniel looked away.
“This whole thing is over a swimsuit.”
“No.”
I opened the closet.
“The swimsuit is just where I stopped pretending.”
His face changed.
“Where are you going?”
“Guest room.”
“Mona.”
“Tomorrow we’re talking about counseling, parenting, and how things have been in this house.”
“You’re threatening our marriage because I said you gained weight?”
I looked at him.
“No.”
I paused.
“I’m deciding whether I want our daughters growing up thinking this is how a husband speaks to his wife.”
He went quiet.
“Tomorrow we’re talking about counseling.”
The weeks that followed weren’t easy.
We started counseling.
Daniel also began taking over more of the girls’ routines without waiting for me to ask.
He handled mornings.
He helped with meals.
He took care of bedtime.
He started seeing, perhaps for the first time, how much work had been happening around him without anyone applauding it.
One evening, I told him something I had been thinking about for weeks.
“If you want this marriage, don’t tell me you’ve changed.”
He looked at me.
“Show me.”
I didn’t need another promise.
I didn’t need another speech.
I needed actions.
A few weeks later, the anniversary photographs arrived.
I opened the envelope and spread them across the table.
Then I found it.
The picture of me with the twins.
Piper had one fist tangled in my hair.
Paige was laughing at something outside the frame.
And I was smiling.
Not posing.
Not hiding.
Not pulling at my swimsuit.
Not wondering whether my stomach looked flat enough.
Just smiling.
I looked happy.
I printed the photograph.
Then I framed it and placed it in the living room.
For almost a year, I had deleted pictures of myself before anyone else could.
I had learned to look at photographs through someone else’s judgment.
I had started seeing flaws before I saw memories.
But that picture reminded me of something I had forgotten.
My body wasn’t the enemy.
It was the body that carried my daughters.
The body that survived pregnancy, surgery, exhaustion, sleepless nights, and ten months of motherhood.
It didn’t need to look like Jane’s.
It didn’t need to earn permission to be seen.
It simply needed to belong to me.
For almost a year, I had been making myself smaller in photographs because I was afraid of how my husband would look at me.
That one picture stayed.
And this time, I didn’t disappear.
My arms.
My body.
I pressed delete.
Daniel picked up his coffee.
“Dad called. He and Mom are taking everyone to the water park Saturday for their anniversary.”
I wiped Paige’s tray.
“That sounds nice.”
“Elliot and Jane are going.”
My hand stopped.
Elliot was Daniel’s younger brother.
Jane was his new girlfriend.
She was twenty-five and worked as a fitness trainer.
I’d heard Daniel talk about her before.
How fit she was.
How good she looked.
How she could wear anything and somehow make it look perfect.
I’d tried not to care.
“Okay.”
Daniel looked me over.
“Just think about what you’re wearing.”
I frowned.
“To a water park?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. Say what you mean.”
He grabbed his keys.
“Wear something long over your swimsuit.”
“It’s the middle of summer.”
“Then you’ll be warm.”
He walked out.
I stood there holding a wet cloth.
Paige slapped both hands against her tray.
I looked at my phone.
The picture was gone.
Daniel hadn’t deleted it.
I had.
And that difference bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
Saturday morning, I stood in our bedroom wearing the dark blue one-piece swimsuit I’d bought specifically for the water park.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The suit was comfortable.
It wasn’t designed to hide every part of me.
It wasn’t designed to make me look twenty-five again.
It simply fit.
For once, that felt like enough.
“Okay,” I whispered to my reflection.
“You can live with this, Mona.”
Daniel walked into the room and stopped.
I saw his expression in the mirror.
“Don’t.”
He frowned.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face did.”
His eyes moved toward the long cover-up folded on the bed.
“You’re not wearing that?”
“I’ll carry it with me.”
“I mean over the swimsuit.”
“No.”
“Mona, I’m serious.”
“So am I, Daniel.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Why are you making this harder than it needs to be?”
I turned around.
“I’m putting on a swimsuit. You’re the one turning it into something else.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
Then he said something that made the problem impossible to ignore.
“Have you seen Jane in one?”
I stared at him.
“What does Elliot’s girlfriend have to do with me?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“No. I want you to say it.”
He hesitated.
Then he finally said it.
“Jane actually looks attractive in a swimsuit.”
I stared at him.
“She’s twenty-five. She’s a fitness trainer. I carried twins and had major surgery.”
“And they’re ten months old now.”
There it was again.
That invisible deadline he had apparently placed on my body.
“So what happens after ten months?” I asked.
He frowned.
“Do I get fined for not looking like Jane?”
“Mona, stop.”
“No. I’m asking.”
He pointed toward the cover-up.
“Just wear it.”
“I said no.”
His voice dropped.
“Honestly, then I don’t think you should come.”
I looked at him.
“You’re uninviting me from your parents’ anniversary because you don’t like how I look?”
“I don’t want to spend all day pretending people aren’t staring.”
“Who?”
He didn’t answer.
I picked up the beach bag.
“I’m going.”
“Mona.”
“Kenneth and Celeste invited me. Paige and Piper are going to celebrate their grandparents. I’m going.”
Daniel shook his head.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if you’re uncomfortable all day.”
I opened the bedroom door.
“Maybe. But you don’t get to make that decision for me.”
At the water park, Celeste spotted us first.
Daniel’s mother hurried over with both arms open.
“Give me Piper before she forgets who spoils her.”
I handed Piper over.
“She knows. She’s already looking for your purse.”
Celeste laughed and kissed my head while cuddling my daughter.
Kenneth came up behind her.
He had always made me feel welcome.
“Happy anniversary,” I said.
He kissed my cheek.
“I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart.”
Those words hit somewhere tender.
“Thank you. I wanted the girls to celebrate with you both.”
Elliot and Jane joined us a minute later.
Jane smiled when she saw me.
“Mona, I love that swimsuit.”
I glanced down.
“It’s doing a lot of work.”
Jane frowned.
“It’s a swimsuit. Its job is swimming. That’s all.”
I laughed.
For the first time that morning, I forgot to pull at the fabric.
Then Celeste clapped her hands.
“I have a surprise.”
A photographer stood near our shaded tables.
Celeste explained that she had arranged casual anniversary pictures throughout the day, along with one proper family photo before everyone left.
I liked the idea.
Especially now.
I wanted pictures of my daughters.
I wanted memories.
I wanted something to look back on years later and remember how small they had been.
Daniel didn’t seem nearly as enthusiastic.
I noticed immediately.
Later, Paige and Piper sat safely with me under an umbrella while Daniel took pictures of Elliot and Jane near the shallow pool.
Jane climbed onto Elliot’s back.
They both laughed.
Daniel took three pictures.
“Daniel?”
He looked over.
“Yeah?”
“Can you get one of me with the girls?”
He lowered his phone.
“Later.”
“Why later?”
He glanced at me.
“Because you’ll make me take twelve and hate all of them.”
“I won’t.”
“You always do.”
“I just want one with our daughters.”
Daniel leaned closer.
“You’ll complain about how you look. And I don’t think they’ll come out looking how you want them to.”
“Then don’t look at it.”
“I’ll still know it exists.”
Something inside me went quiet.
He turned back toward Elliot.
An hour later, the twins were in high chairs at the café.
Paige was crushing a strawberry between her fingers.
Piper had my sunglasses again.
I laughed as I tried to take them back.
Across the café, the photographer lifted his camera.
Click.
The photographer stayed nearby.
Then Daniel walked over.
He dropped the towel beside me.
“Cover yourself.”
And suddenly, we were back where this story began.
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“Mona. Just do it.”
“I’m eating.”
“Put it around you. Cover your hips, for goodness’ sake.”
“Cover yourself.”
His eyes moved toward Jane.
I followed his gaze.
Then I looked back at him.
“Are you embarrassed by me, Daniel?”
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t do this here.”
“You walked over here.”
“Mona.”
“Are you embarrassed by me?”
“Say it.”
His voice rose.
“You just don’t look attractive in that swimsuit, okay? Especially sitting next to Jane.”
The words hung there.
Jane’s expression changed immediately.
Elliot pushed his chair back.
“What the hell, Daniel? Did you really just say that about your wife? And why drag me into it?” Jane demanded.
“Stay out of it.”
“You brought me into it.”
Daniel looked around.
“For goodness’ sake, I’m just being honest.”
I picked up the towel.
For a second, he looked relieved.
Then I folded it carefully and placed it on the empty chair beside me.
“No.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“What?”
“I’m not covering myself because you decided another woman looks better.”
“Mona.”
“No.”
Jane leaned forward.
“I’ve never asked him to compare us.”
I looked at her.
“I know, Jane. He thinks he gets to do that.”
Daniel scoffed.
“Can everybody stop acting like this is some huge betrayal?”
Kenneth had been standing a few feet away.
“Daniel,” he said quietly.
Daniel turned.
“What?”
Kenneth looked toward the photographer.
“Could you show us that picture you just took of Mona and the twins?”
The photographer opened the gallery on his tablet.
My stomach tightened.
Kenneth turned the screen toward us.
There I was at the café table.
Piper was stealing my sunglasses.
Paige was reaching toward me.
My head was tipped back.
I was laughing.
I looked tired.
But for once, that wasn’t what I noticed.
I looked happy.
Kenneth smiled.
“That’s the one I want printed.”
Daniel groaned.
“Dad.”
Kenneth looked at him.
“What, Daniel?”
“You know what.”
Kenneth looked back at the screen.
“I see Mona laughing with my granddaughters.”
Then he said something that made the entire table fall silent.
“She’s beautiful.”
Celeste placed one hand gently on my shoulder.
She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t need to.
The photographer touched the screen.
Another photo appeared.
He stopped.
It had been taken only moments after the first.
Daniel had stepped into the frame.
I was still sitting.
Daniel stood over me with the towel in his hand.
My smile was gone.
My shoulders had folded forward.
The contrast was almost painful.
Two photographs.
Seconds apart.
Same woman.
Same swimsuit.
Same body.
But I barely recognized the woman in the second one.
Daniel reached for the tablet.
“Delete that.”
I stood before he could touch it.
“No.”
He stared at me.
“Mona.”
“Delete that.”
I took the tablet from the photographer and held it against my chest.
“I said no.”
“Why would you even want that picture?”
“I don’t.”
“Then delete it.”
I looked at the two images again.
“But I needed to see it.”
“See what?”
I tapped the first photo.
“A few months ago, I would’ve seen my daughters laughing.”
I tapped the second.
“Now I see my stomach, my face, my arms.”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“Because that’s what you’ve taught me to notice first.”
“Mona…”
“Too big. Too puffy. Wrong dress. Cover yourself.”
“I never said all of that.”
“Don’t lie.”
He stopped.
“Don’t make me stand here and prove every sentence just so you can argue about the wording.”
For once, Daniel had nothing ready to say.
I turned toward Jane.
“I’m sorry he keeps using you to hurt me.”
Her eyes widened.
“You don’t owe me an apology, Mona.”
“No, but you didn’t ask to be compared to me either.”
Jane looked directly at Daniel.
“She’s right.”
Daniel threw up both hands.
“This is unbelievable.”
The photographer cleared his throat.
“Do you still want to do the family photo?”
“Yes,” Daniel said quickly.
“Let’s just get it over with.”
Everyone began moving into position.
So did Daniel.
“Wait.”
I looked at my daughters.
“I want one with my girls first.”
Daniel sighed.
“Fine. Then we’ll do ours after.”
“I want one with my girls first.”
“No.”
His expression hardened.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean just me and Paige and Piper.”
“Mona, you’re seriously cutting me out because I told you the truth?”
I stepped closer.
“No.”
I looked him directly in the eyes.
“I’m taking one picture where I don’t have to wonder whether my own husband approves of how I look in it.”
Daniel stared at me.
For the first time that day, he had no answer.
“Fine.”
Elliot stood.
“Daniel…”
“No. You all want me to be the bad guy? Fine.”
He stormed away as half the café turned to look.
Nobody followed him.
The photographer waited.
“Still want the picture?”
I looked at my daughters.
“Yes, please.”
That night, after the twins were settled, Daniel was waiting in our bedroom.
“So that’s it?” he asked.
“You embarrass me in front of my whole family, then come home like nothing happened?”
I set the laundry basket down.
“Your father showed you a photograph.”
He looked confused.
“Everything else came out of your mouth.”
Daniel looked away.
“This whole thing is over a swimsuit.”
“No.”
I opened the closet.
“The swimsuit is just where I stopped pretending.”
His face changed.
“Where are you going?”
“Guest room.”
“Mona.”
“Tomorrow we’re talking about counseling, parenting, and how things have been in this house.”
“You’re threatening our marriage because I said you gained weight?”
I looked at him.
“No.”
I paused.
“I’m deciding whether I want our daughters growing up thinking this is how a husband speaks to his wife.”
He went quiet.
“Tomorrow we’re talking about counseling.”
The weeks that followed weren’t easy.
We started counseling.
Daniel also began taking over more of the girls’ routines without waiting for me to ask.
He handled mornings.
He helped with meals.
He took care of bedtime.
He started seeing, perhaps for the first time, how much work had been happening around him without anyone applauding it.
One evening, I told him something I had been thinking about for weeks.
“If you want this marriage, don’t tell me you’ve changed.”
He looked at me.
“Show me.”
I didn’t need another promise.
I didn’t need another speech.
I needed actions.
A few weeks later, the anniversary photographs arrived.
I opened the envelope and spread them across the table.
Then I found it.
The picture of me with the twins.
Piper had one fist tangled in my hair.
Paige was laughing at something outside the frame.
And I was smiling.
Not posing.
Not hiding.
Not pulling at my swimsuit.
Not wondering whether my stomach looked flat enough.
Just smiling.
I looked happy.
I printed the photograph.
Then I framed it and placed it in the living room.
For almost a year, I had deleted pictures of myself before anyone else could.
I had learned to look at photographs through someone else’s judgment.
I had started seeing flaws before I saw memories.
But that picture reminded me of something I had forgotten.
My body wasn’t the enemy.
It was the body that carried my daughters.
The body that survived pregnancy, surgery, exhaustion, sleepless nights, and ten months of motherhood.
It didn’t need to look like Jane’s.
It didn’t need to earn permission to be seen.
It simply needed to belong to me.
For almost a year, I had been making myself smaller in photographs because I was afraid of how my husband would look at me.
That one picture stayed.
And this time, I didn’t disappear.