I took my fiancée, Mallory, to meet my parents. She’s warm, loyal, and incredible—but not a size two. My mom barely smiled. My dad wouldn’t look at her. As soon as she stepped out, they questioned if I really wanted to marry “someone that big.”I stayed silent. But that night, lying next to Mallory, I knew I had to stop letting them control my life. So I told them the truth—we were getting married and moving to California,

to start her dream cooking studio. They resisted, but over time, they saw what I always knew: Mallory wasn’t just a size. She was my future. Love isn’t about fitting expectations. It’s about standing beside the person who feels like home.