@ceraliza I understand the comments but you don’t do that on someone’s wedding day where they are already nervous and she probably already thinking that and going through a lot in her head. It’s a time and place for everything I’m pretty sure she was the same size the day before.
“As soon as I'd shot her and baby Rocki, I showed Rihanna the photograph. She looked at the photo and started sniffling, wiping away her proud mommy tears. Then she laughed and said "Damn, these babies have killed my gangsta".
- Tim Walker
@OllieTabooger84@xevekiah men’s restroom have no privacy when you first walk in just a bunch of men with their stuff out. It’s easier for a women’s restroom and she literally a little girl they can get over it
My older cousin got pregnant at 29 after years of saying she wasn’t sure she even wanted kids. When she finally decided she did, it felt intentional. Thought out. Safe. At 14 weeks she developed intense itching on her hands and feet. She mentioned it at her appointment. The nurse said pregnancy does weird things to skin. She went home with lotion samples. The itching got worse. She couldn’t sleep. She called again. They told her it was probably hormones. At 28 weeks she noticed the baby wasn’t moving as much. At the hospital they found no heartbeat. They called it “one of those unexplained stillbirths.” She drowned in that word. Unexplained. Her marriage didn’t survive the silence that followed. He wanted to try again immediately. She was terrified. They divorced two years later. At 45 she was reading about intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy and felt sick. The symptoms matched exactly. She requested her old labs. Her bile acid levels had been elevated. The result was flagged. No one had followed up. No medication. No monitoring plan. Just lotion. It wasn’t random. It was missed. She spent years thinking her body failed quietly. It turns out it had been asking for help the whole time.
I got custody of my little sister when she was 14. She’s 24 now. Yesterday she texted me,
“Check your bank. And don’t argue.” 😭
I opened it… and she sent money for groceries.
Said, “Buy something nice too. Not just bills.”
Ever since she started working, she randomly sends rice deliveries to the house, pays the internet before I even notice it’s due, shows up with takeout on nights she knows I’m tired.
I never ask. I don’t expect it. She just does it.
Last week I saw her fixing the electric fan for our younger cousins, teaching them how to budget their allowance, moving through life like someone who learned responsibility early.
And she did. Because we grew up together. Two kids pretending to be strong. Two kids figuring it out without a manual.
So let me applaud us quietly. I was a teenager playing parent. She was a child forced to grow up fast. But somehow… we didn’t break. We built something. And we made it.
My coworker used to take the long way home every night. Two extra bus stops, more walking, more money, more time. One day I asked her why she didn’t just take the shortcut alley behind our building.
She laughed and said, “Oh, because a guy followed me there once and told me he could ‘do whatever he wanted’ and no one would hear me scream.”
So now, every night, she calls a male friend and pretends she’s on the phone with her “boyfriend.” Sometimes she even laughs loudly and says things like, “Yeah, I’ll see you in five minutes, babe,” even when she’s completely alone.
Not because she wants attention.
Not because she’s dramatic.
Because sounding “taken” and “protected” is safer than sounding like a woman by herself.
Men cannot even begin to understand the calculations women make every day just to get home alive.
I just found out that talking to yourself & making up scenarios in your head is sign of mental illness…. Baby I be acting out interviews, acceptance speeches etc. I’m too far GONE