MY SON-IN-LAW CALLED MY DAUGHTER “BUTTERBALL” AND TOLD HER SHE WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE DESSERT AT OUR FAMILY DINNER — HE HAD NO IDEA I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

beneath another serving of food.

So I brought out dessert.

I told myself it might change the mood.

Chocolate had always brought Sally happiness.

Maybe it still could.

Maybe one slice of cake could remind her that she was allowed to enjoy something, want something, and feel comfortable in her own body without someone judging every bite.

I carried the chocolate continue reading …