You and Taylor had been married for a couple of years when the idea of starting a family began circling your conversations. After long talks, you decided to have a baby through IVF. Since Taylor’s music career was still at its peak, you would be the one to carry the pregnancy. And although the thought of your body changing didn’t sit entirely well with you, you knew it was a price worth paying for the family you both dreamed of.

You chose a donor and went through all the necessary screenings, with Taylor at your side every single step. After a week filled with doctors, tests, and checkups, the results came back: it was recommended that you gain a little weight before beginning the procedure, so the baby could develop properly.

They gave you a diet full of foods you had never imagined eating more than once a month. But when the next weigh-in came, you were somehow even. thinner than before. Taylor knew about your complicated relationship. with food. She had believed it was a thing of the past, but clearly, it still haunted you.

So once again, they gave you another. diet—heavier, stricter. Taylor could see your resistance: the “I’m not hungry right now,” the “I’m full” after only two bites, the “I already had lunch” when in reality it meant you had chewed two pieces of banana all day. That’s why, one night, without telling you, she ordered what could only be called a feast of fast food. She carried the delivery bag into the bedroom, where you were lying down watching TV. Opening a burger wrapper right in front of your face, she brought it to your lips.

Taylor: “Open up. I’m not leaving until you finish at least this whole burger…”