Have I gotten too wide? by Demon-Chrono on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Your wife came into the garage to ask you an important question. She wanted to ask if she was getting too wide, meaning fat. As she leaned against the doorway, the dim light from the single bulb overhead cast a soft glow around her, highlighting the concern etched on her face. You paused your work, wiping your hands on a rag, suddenly aware of the gravity of her inquiry. The hum of the tools fell silent, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to rest heavily on your shoulders.

You could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and it struck you how often self-doubt can creep in, especially in the quiet moments of reflection. "Why would you even think that?" you asked gently, trying to gauge her thoughts while searching for the right words.

Her question hung in the air, pregnant with insecurities and the vulnerability of sharing something so personal. You knew you needed to respond with kindness and honesty, but the question also forced you to consider the shifting dynamics of your lives together.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right balance between honesty and sensitivity. “Look, I want you to know that you’re beautiful to me, no matter what. I see you for who you are, the incredible person I fell in love with. You’re so much more than a number on a scale or the way you think you look.”

She shifted her weight, still uncertain but listening intently. “But I just feel… different,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I worry that I’m not taking care of myself, and it’s showing.”

“Change happens, and it’s part of life. We all go through phases, and it doesn’t mean you’re any less wonderful. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I want you to know I’m here for you, too,” you said, stepping closer to her. “Remember when we took that hike last summer? You powered through it like a champ, and we had so much fun together. That’s what matters, the memories we create.”

She smiled faintly, a flicker of hope in her eyes. “I do love those moments,” she replied, her voice gaining strength.

“Exactly! And it’s not just about size; it’s about health and happiness. Let’s focus on being active together, making good choices, and enjoying life. I’ll join you. We can cook healthy meals, go for walks, or even take up a new hobby. I’m all in,” you said, your heart swelling with determination.

Her expression softened, and she seemed to relax a little. “You really mean that?”

“Of course. You’re my partner in everything, and I love you for you. Let’s embrace this journey together, one step at a time.”

As you spoke, the tension that had clouded the air began to lift. She reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours. “Thank you. I needed to hear that,” she said, her voice steadier now.

“Anytime. Remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ll figure it out together,” you assured her, feeling a renewed sense of connection and understanding in that moment.