I was in a clothing store dressing room, surrounded by piles of jeans and t-shirts, searching for the perfect pair. I had gained a few pounds since I started cooking more Italian recipes for my new family, and now I looked at myself in the mirror with a mixture of pride and frustration<br>“Good, bad… maybe this cut?” I muttered to myself, as I tried to button up a pair of jeans that looked promising. I let out a sigh as I struggled to zip them up. My thoughts immediately went to my stepson, Luca, who was waiting outside the dressing room with his usual impatience<br>“You’re not in a beauty pageant,” I heard him say one day. Sometimes I didn’t know if he was trying to encourage me or just making an observation. But deep down, I knew he loved me, and just wanted to see me happy and comfortable.<br>I finally managed to put on the pair of jeans, and even though they weren’t perfect, I decided they were okay. With a final nudge, I straightened my shirt and left the dressing room, ready to s

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