Under a photo of me and my husband, my friend called me fat and suggested I delete the unflattering picture — so I had to teach her a lesson.

Under a photo of me and my husband, my friend called me fat and suggested I delete the unflattering picture — so I had to teach her a lesson.

On the third day, we took a photo — at sunset, by the sea. We simply hugged. I posted it on social media.

The comments were warm and genuine. “You look so real.” “Love is what matters.” “You look like a scene from a movie.”

And then came this:

«No offense, but this photo ruins your reputation. You look like a fat market lady. Delete it if you don’t want people to laugh at you.»

It was written by my best friend. The one who had shared my student years, her boyfriend’s breakup, sleepless nights, tears, jokes.

I read the message three times. My heart wasn’t racing — it just stopped.

I didn’t reply right away. I didn’t even delete the photo. I simply closed my laptop and went to my husband.

Under a photo of me and my husband, my friend called me fat and suggested I delete the unflattering picture — so I had to teach her a lesson.

That night I cried and decided I needed to make it clear to my friend that this behavior was unacceptable. And here’s what I did. Continuation 👇👇

I didn’t break off the friendship openly. I just quietly disappeared from her life. But before that… I made a second post.

In the photo — my husband and I laughing, holding hands in the water. I was in a swimsuit. The caption was simple:

*»I’ve never been skinny. But I’ve always been loved.

And for those who measure beauty in numbers — bad news: you’ll never feel true love.

P.S. Thank you to everyone who truly knows how to see hearts. And to those who are no longer with me — good luck, you’ll need it.»*

Under a photo of me and my husband, my friend called me fat and suggested I delete the unflattering picture — so I had to teach her a lesson.

A couple of hours later, my friend wrote again — a long justification. She “meant well,” “was just worried,” “didn’t think.”

But I didn’t open that message. I simply left her in the past.

A month later, my friend posted a photo with a new boyfriend. In the picture, she was heavily photoshopped. I didn’t “like” it.

Two months later, I launched my own blog about body, acceptance, and self-love. It gained 30,000 followers. People wrote that I inspired them to go to the beach for the first time in years.