For my 35th birthday, my husband handed me a beautifully wrapped box and a smug grin. Inside was a gift that shattered my confidence and lit a fire in me. A year later, I delivered a surprise of my own, one that left him begging for forgiveness.
The house buzzed with laughter and chatter. Balloons in soft pastels floated near the ceiling, and a “Happy Birthday” banner stretched across the living room. Plates of snacks and cake slices sat on every table.
A table set for a formal dinner | Source: Pexels
My kids ran around, giggling, their faces sticky with frosting. Friends and family filled the room, glasses clinking in celebration.
“Okay, okay! Everyone quiet!” my husband, Greg, called out, raising his phone. He grinned as he started recording. “The birthday girl is about to open her gift!”
I smiled nervously, my heart pounding. Greg wasn’t usually one for surprises, so this had to be something special.
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He handed me a box wrapped in glittery paper. “Go on, babe,” he said, giving me an encouraging nod.
“What is it?” I asked, holding the box carefully. It wasn’t very heavy, but it had some weight to it.
“Open it and find out!” Greg said, still filming.
I tore at the paper, revealing a sleek black box. I opened it, my smile freezing as I stared inside. A digital bathroom scale gleamed up at me.
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“Wow,” I said, forcing a laugh. “A weighing scale?”
“Yes!” Greg exclaimed, laughing loudly. “No more ‘big-boned’ excuses, babe. Just figures!”
The room went quiet, save for a few nervous chuckles. My cheeks burned. I glanced around at the guests, who avoided eye contact. I did put on a lot of weight while carrying our third baby and didn’t have any time to lose it while breastfeeding and managing the house.
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“Thanks,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. “This is… thoughtful.”
Greg clapped his hands. “I knew you’d love it!” he said, oblivious to my discomfort.
That night, after the guests left, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as my husband snored beside me, oblivious.
I thought back to his laughter and the way everyone had looked at me. The shame was unbearable.
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But then another feeling rose—anger.
“This isn’t how it ends,” I said aloud, wiping my tears. “I’ll show him. He’ll regret this.”
The next morning, I laced up my old sneakers. “Just a walk,” I told myself. “One mile. You can manage that.”
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The air was crisp as I stepped outside. My muscles ached from lack of use, and my feet protested with every step. As I trudged along the sidewalk, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a store window. My heart sank.
“This is pointless,” I thought, slowing down. “What difference can one walk make?”
A woman standing on a street | Source: Midjourney
But then, I remembered Greg’s laugh and those cruel words. My hands clenched into fists. “One walk is a start,” I told myself firmly. “Just keep going.”
I came home sweaty and exhausted, but a tiny spark of pride warmed me. The next day, I did it again. And the day after that.
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I began swapping my sugary morning coffee for green tea. At first, it tasted like warm grass, but I stuck with it. Instead of chips, I snacked on apple slices. It wasn’t easy. The kids’ snacks called to me from the pantry, and the temptation to quit nagged at me.
One night, as I stared at the chocolate bar Greg had left on the counter, I whispered, “No. This isn’t who I want to be anymore.” I grabbed a handful of almonds instead.
A woman stretching her hand out to grab a chocolate bar | Source: Midjourney
Two months in, I was walking two miles a day. My pace quickened, and my breath no longer came in ragged gasps. My scale showed that I’d lost seven pounds. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
I decided to try yoga. A YouTube video promised “gentle stretches for beginners,” but 10 minutes in, I was sweating buckets and cursing the instructor’s calm voice. Still, I kept at it, laughing at myself when I toppled over during tree pose.
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“Mom, you look funny!” my youngest giggled, pointing at me.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I said with a grin. “I feel funny, too.”
As the weeks passed, my body grew stronger. I noticed my clothes fitting better. A friend I hadn’t seen in months stopped me at the grocery store.
“Wow, you look amazing!” she said, her eyes wide. “What’s your secret?”
“Just taking care of myself,” I replied, feeling a glow of pride.
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By the time my youngest started daycare, I was ready for the next step. I joined a gym and signed up for a personal trainer. The first session was brutal. I felt out of place among the sleek, fit women lifting weights with ease. But my trainer, a kind woman named Emma, encouraged me.
“Everyone starts somewhere,” she said. “You’re here, and that’s what matters.”
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Six months in, my transformation was undeniable. The scale showed I’d lost 30 pounds, but the real victory was how I felt. I could chase my kids around without gasping for air. My arms, once soft and weak, were now strong and toned.
One afternoon, while shopping for new clothes, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. For the first time in years, I smiled at my reflection. “You did this,” I whispered. “You’re incredible.”
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Strangers began complimenting me. A barista at my favorite café said, “You have such a glow about you!” My confidence soared.
That’s when I decided to take it further. I enrolled in a fitness trainer certification course. It was tough juggling classes, workouts, and motherhood, but I was determined. I wanted to help other women feel as empowered as I did.
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The day I passed my final exam, I celebrated with my kids. “Mom’s a trainer now!” I announced, pulling them into a hug.
“You’re the strongest mom ever,” my oldest said, beaming up at me.
“No,” I said, smiling. “I’m just the happiest.”
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As I hung my certificate on the wall, I thought back to where it all began. The scale Greg had given me still sat in the bathroom, but it no longer held power over me. It was just a tool, not a measure of my worth.
My journey wasn’t over, but I had become stronger.
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Greg didn’t notice me at first. For months, he came home late, barely glancing in my direction as he settled into his usual spot on the couch. But then, after I lost nearly 40 pounds and started wearing clothes that hugged my toned figure, something shifted.
One evening, as I served dinner, he looked up from his phone. “You’re really looking great these days, babe,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
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“Thanks,” I replied curtly, not bothering to meet his eyes.
Over the next few weeks, his compliments came frequently. “I always knew you had it in you,” he said one morning, watching me prepare a smoothie. “Guess my little push worked, huh?”
I froze, the blender’s hum momentarily drowning out his words. A “push”? That gift—his thoughtless, humiliating scale—wasn’t a push. It was a shove into pain and shame. I kept my face neutral and sipped my drink, but inside, I simmered.
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Soon, Greg began inviting me out to dinner. “Let’s reconnect,” he suggested. He bragged about my transformation to his friends, saying, “She couldn’t have done it without me.” His words turned my stomach.
I realized his sudden attention was about control. He saw me as his accomplishment, his trophy. But I wasn’t anyone’s trophy. Not anymore.
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As Greg’s birthday approached, I knew exactly what I would give him. I bought a box the same size as the one he had handed me a year ago. I even used the same glittery wrapping paper.
His birthday party was a small gathering at home, just a few friends and relatives. I set the wrapped box on the table and smiled sweetly. “Here’s your gift, Greg. I hope you like it.”
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His face lit up as he tore into the wrapping paper. When he lifted the lid and saw the crisp stack of divorce papers, his smile vanished.
“What…what is this?” he stammered, his hands trembling.
“Figures, babe,” I said calmly. “No more ‘married excuses.’ I filed for divorce.”
The room fell silent. Greg’s face turned pale, and then bright red. He stood, knocking his chair back. “You’re joking, right? This is a joke!”
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“No joke,” I replied, standing tall. “You made me feel small, Greg. You didn’t believe in me, but I believed in myself. And now, I’m done.”
He dropped to his knees, his voice pleading. “Please, don’t do this! I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was all a misunderstanding. You’re amazing now—all thanks to me!”
I shook my head, my voice steady. “No, Greg. It’s thanks to me. I’m stronger than you ever gave me credit for.”
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I grabbed my gym bag, my heart lighter than it had been in years. I walked past the stunned faces of the guests, out the door, and into the crisp evening air.
That week, I moved into my new apartment, filled with light and warmth.
For the first time in years, I felt free. And that was the greatest gift of all.
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Mom Slammed, Told Her Wrinkled Baby ‘Should Be Kept Hidden’ — He’s Turned into a Handsome Man Years Later
In many ways, Tomm Tennent was an incredibly unique person. From the moment he arrived in the world, everyone around him knew he was different from other babies. When he was born, he had excess skin, sufficient enough to cover a five-year-old kid.
Even the doctors were baffled when they saw his wrinkled appearance, as they had never seen anything like it in their medical career. Tomm’s parents, Debbie and Geoff Tennent were also flabbergasted when they saw their baby and didn’t know how to react.
Debbie and Geoff Tennent | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
From his incredible birth experience to his life after that, Tomm and his parents experienced a journey unlike any other. It all started when Debbie and Geoff welcomed their son in a South East Australia hospital in 1993.
Eventually, after years of trying and looking for a clue, they stumbled upon something astonishing.
At the time, they didn’t know how special their baby boy would be. Before Tomm’s birth, his parents couldn’t have guessed that their child would go on to mystify medical professionals. But when they went in for the ultrasounds, they discovered nothing was as expected.
Initially, the Tennents struggled to determine whether or not they would keep the baby. But after discussing the matter, it didn’t take them long to decide that regardless of the consequences, they would go through with the pregnancy.
Tomm Tennent pictured as a baby | YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
But while Debbie and Geoff were prepared for everything, they were oblivious to how serious their child’s condition could be. They were taken aback and rendered speechless when they laid eyes on their infant son for the first time.
“When [Tomm] came out, I was quite shocked…I didn’t think a human, or a little baby, could ever look like that,” recalled Geoff about the moment he first saw his son. Of the instance when her baby was placed on her chest, Debbie recounted:
“My heart came up to my throat.”
But at the same time, Debbie was overcome with motherly sentiments and said it felt lovely to cuddle her son. Despite their shocked initial reaction, the Tennents embraced their son, who had too much skin covering almost every inch of his body.
A close up of Tomm Tennent’s wrinkled legs and feet | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
Medical Mystery & the Challenges of Growing Up
Tomm’s never-before-seen skin condition and wrinkled look baffled his parents and doctors. Since they could not decipher the reason behind his excess skin, they didn’t know how to treat it.
After much contemplation, medical experts hoped that, over time, the boy would grow into his skin. But given the youngster’s unique appearance, researchers felt triggered to explore his case further and solve the rather complex genetic puzzle.
Debbie Tennent holds her son, Tomm Tennent, while petting a Shar Pei | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
Tomm was no stranger to hospital visits and stayed in a medical center for two and a half months. There, he had to undergo multiple tests and scans, which were reportedly insufficient in helping the researchers crack the code of his mysterious condition.
Andrew Ramsden, Tomm’s pediatrician, admitted that his case was incredibly challenging because he was the first baby born on record with excess skin, and the doctors had nowhere to turn to for guidance.
Accompanying their little boy on his many doctor’s visits and staying with him in the hospital for months wasn’t easy for the Tennents. But they found their strength and courage from looking at their sweet son, who was a happy tot and didn’t know the magnitude of his condition.
Tomm Tennent is pictured enjoying a bath | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
As time passed, Tomm’s doctors continued researching his condition, hoping to find something helpful. Eventually, after years of trying and looking for a clue, they stumbled upon something astonishing.
Medical professionals drew similarities between Tom’s appearance and the Shar Pei, a Chinese dog breed. They learned that the youngster’s excess skin was due to an oversupply of Hyaluronic Acid, which was 100 times higher than usual.
The same was true for Shar Pei puppies. Provided that the acid levels decreased in Shar Peis as they grew older and their appearance improved, the medical experts hoped for the same for Tomm.
Tomm Tennent pictured combing his hair while looking in the mirror. | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
Fortunately, as the doctors had anticipated, time was the best healer in Tomm’s case. Growing up, the Australian child received immense love and support from his parents. But he also experienced a multitude of challenges.
“Don’t judge people by what they looked like,” noted a young Tomm. Although he had always believed nothing was wrong with him, not everyone reciprocated his sentiments.
People continued to tease him, and he struggled to make friends at school. He felt hurt when kids refused to play with him or include him in their groups.
But instead of retreating and being demotivated by other people’s behavior toward him, Tomm began participating in games and made many friends. Soon, his school experience remarkably improved, and people started seeing him differently.
A young Tomm Tennent | Source: YouTube.com/60 Minutes Australia
While the Tennents were pleased to see their son move forward in life, some memories were etched in their minds. Debbie recollected an incident in a local bakery with Tomm when a woman approached her, questioning her decision to take her son out in public.
But that wasn’t all. The lady reportedly told Debbie that her son “should be kept hidden.” Devastated by the woman’s comments, the Australian mother didn’t know what to say to her then but vowed to care for her son and raise him in the best possible manner.
And as time would tell, Geoff and Debbie felt pure joy and pride seeing their son grow up. They were proud of him for being a good boy and excelling in every aspect of life, including school.
In an exclusive interview in 2003, the then-11-year-old Tomm said he saw a “kind, loving person” whenever he looked in the mirror. He confessed he wasn’t concerned about how his peers viewed him because they didn’t care about his appearance.
From the beginning, Debbie and Geoff taught their son to accept and love himself just as he was. The couple believed that real beauty came from within, and they instilled the same values in their beloved boy.
Their efforts paid off because when Tomm was asked if he would change anything about himself, he responded, “Probably nothing.” With his parents’ affection and his inner strength, Tomm became an exceptionally kind and lovable person.
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