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She waited until the last minutes of the show, after the cooking segment and the light banter, to let her guard drop. Her hands trembled as she admitted the rumors had been suffocating, that every screenshot of her body, every zoomed-in frame of her ring finger, had begun to feel like an invasion. She spoke about loving her husband, about the pressure of raising daughters under a microscope, and about how a woman’s changing body shouldn’t automatically become public property or tabloid fuel.
