Daniel dropped a towel beside my plate at the water park café. I stared at him, confused, until I noticed him glancing toward his brother Elliot and Elliot’s girlfriend, Jane, a twenty-five-year-old fitness trainer. “Are you embarrassed by me?” I asked. “Mona, don’t make this worse,” he whispered. Three days earlier, he had criticized a photo of me with our ten-month-old twins, Paige and Piper, calling me “puffy” and asking when I would return to the gym. After carrying twins and recovering from a difficult C-section, I couldn’t believe my body was still the thing he cared about most….. Continue Reading ⬇️
