My MIL ordered me a dress four sizes too small for her anniversary party, then laughed when I told her there was no way it would fit. I decided to buy a dress of my own instead. But during the party, I overheard two women discussing the dresses Clara had picked out for them, and suddenly I realized mine wasn’t the only one hiding a secret.
The dress was gorgeous. That was what made it worse. Blue satin, a slim waist, elegant sleeves—the sort of dress I might have picked for myself before pregnancy changed what felt comfortable. My daughter was only three months old. So when Clara called while I was at a department store and told me she…