She owned a luxury salon and insisted I come in. I almost said no. But that day changed something in me. As I watched myself transform in that mirror, I saw strength staring back. Not the old me — a new one.
I began sharing my story online, writing about motherhood, body recovery, and what it means to reclaim your worth after giving too much. I wasn’t bitter — just honest. The response was overwhelming. Women reached out from everywhere. Some thanked me. Others shared their own stories of sacrifice and survival.
And now, in a bright apartment filled with laughter, I live with my son Jacob — stronger, freer, and finally whole.
I don’t regret what I did. I gave life — twice. I helped families who truly deserved happiness. What I regret is letting someone convince me that love meant losing myself.
But now, I know better.
And I’ll never let anyone define my worth again.
