I’ve always had a naturally curvy figure. I’m healthy and confident, and my husband always told me he loved my body—until his mother got involved. My mother-in-law has always been obsessed with weight, and she made me her favorite target.
At a recent family dinner, she served everyone big plates of lasagna. When she got to me, she set down a small bowl of plain lettuce and said with a sugary, condescending smile, “You have such a pretty face, Caroline. It’s a shame you let your body ruin it.”
The room went silent. I looked at my husband, waiting for him to defend me, but he just laughed. Later, when I told him how much that hurt, he brushed it off as me being “too sensitive” and said his mother was just “old-fashioned.”
I realized then that if I didn’t stand up for myself, no one would. So, I made a plan.
The following weekend, she hosted another dinner. I arrived with a beautifully wrapped gift and insisted she open it in front of everyone. Inside was a copy of a fitness cookbook titled Healthy at Every Size. I included a handwritten note on the inside cover: “For someone clearly obsessed with weight… but who could still learn a thing or two about grace.”
Her face drained of color as the rest of the family stared in stunned silence. My husband was furious afterward, claiming I had “embarrassed” his mother and been disrespectful. But I told him that respect is a two-way street, and if he wasn’t going to protect me from her bitterness, I would do it myself.
I’m done eating the “salad of shame” she serves me. From now on, she knows that every bite of bitterness she gives me will be sent right back.
