For years, my husband made mocked my plump figure. I often used food to cope with our troubled marriage. One day, his jokes went too far—he compared me to a slim, beautiful woman in front of everyone. That was the moment I decided to take control. Soon, I shocked my husband and made him speechless. For the past few years, I struggled with my weight. No matter what I did, those extra pounds clung to me like a second skin. I had always dreamed of becoming a skilled pastry chef. The kitchen was my sanctuary, my escape from reality. I spent countless hours there, perfecting my desserts, and creating art from flour and sugar.But, of course, tasting everything was part of the job, right? The more I baked, the more I ate, and soon, the weight piled on faster than I could have imagined. Each time I looked in the mirror, I felt like a stranger was staring back at me. And my husband, Bryce…

He didn’t make things any easier.“Maybe if you spent more time at the gym and less in the kitchen, you’d look better in that dress,” he’d say with a smirk.