My husband actually hired a model to pose as me at his high-school reunion. Ben and I married 12 years ago — back when love felt enough to survive anything. Then came kids. Mortgages. Late nights. A body I struggled to feel at home in. After my second C-section, I changed. And he noticed every inch of it. He’d say, “YOU’LL BE BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF SOON,” or, “YOU DON’T NEED NEW CLOTHES. THEY WON’T FIT YOU ANYWAY.” His voice became something sharp — something that cut. Then came his reunion. “It’