Tomm Tennent was born in 1993 with an extremely rare condition that baffled doctors—he had excess skin, making him a medical enigma. His parents, Geoff and Debbie, were unsure whether to continue with the pregnancy when they first learned something was wrong. Geoff recalled, “We decided what’s meant to be is meant to be.”
Despite extensive testing, doctors couldn’t diagnose Tomm’s condition or offer treatment. At birth, Debbie was shocked, saying, “It was nice to pick him up and hug him, but my heart was racing.” Doctors eventually discovered Tomm had 100 times the normal amount of hyaluronic acid, similar to Shar Pei puppies. They hoped his skin would normalize as he grew.
As Tomm grew older, he faced challenges, especially at school where some kids teased him. However, Tomm stayed positive, saying, “They don’t really care how I look.” By 2003, he embraced his uniqueness, adding, “I see a kind, loving person when I look in the mirror.”
Now 28, Tomm is happily married and lives a content life in Australia. His outlook remains simple: “You make choices, and you don’t look back.” His story serves as an inspiration of resilience and self-acceptance.
I Discovered My Mother-in-Law and Husband’s Scheme to Conceal Food From Me Because I’m ‘Too Fat’ — I Retaliated Against Both of Them
Emily was appalled when she overheard her mother-in-law and husband plotting in hushed tones. Their plan to hide food from her because they thought she was “too fat” was deeply upsetting. Striving to put an end to this toxic behavior, Emily cleverly orchestrated a fitting revenge neither would anticipate.
“Honey, but you don’t want to live with an elephant, do you?” Noele’s voice rang from the kitchen.
I froze on the couch, my knitting needles suspended. Did I hear that correctly? My heart pounded as I strained to hear more.
“I don’t, but she’ll notice it and start asking questions,” my husband replied with uncertainty.
“Act clueless. I’ll remove all the food. I’m ashamed that my daughter-in-law is so large. She’s too fat,” Noele continued, her voice laced with contempt.
My heart felt as if it shattered into countless pieces. Three years ago, after having our son at 40, I struggled to regain my pre-pregnancy body.
I toiled long hours to support our family, even extending financial help to Noele when she needed it. How could she say such hurtful things about me?
Setting down my knitting, I stared at the wall, trying to process the conversation I had just overheard. Tears welled up, but I blinked them back. I didn’t want to break down now.
My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I realized I had been sitting in a daze, replaying the events of the previous week when Noele had visited us.
Unbeknownst to me, the missing food was her doing. She had been stealthily clearing out the fridge, not wanting her son to be married to a “fat” woman.
Taking a deep breath, I checked the phone. It was a message from Alexander, my husband.
It read: “Hey honey, don’t wait up. My friends are insisting I stay a little longer :)”
Recently, he always seemed to have an excuse to stay out. I began to wonder if my weight was the reason. Did he really see me as an elephant?
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