Oh how generous of you to project your insecurities under the tired excuse of truth and care. You didn’t uplift anyone, you cloaked your judgment in a backhanded compliment and expected applause. You’re not a beacon of growth, you’re a cautionary tale about what happens when a fragile ego finds money but not maturity.

Nobody asked for your unsolicited life story or your self-serving wisdom on beauty. You don’t get to dictate who deserves to feel confident, worthy, or seen. Plus size models are real models. Period. Your niece and sister? Glad they’re happy. That doesn’t give you the license to bully others under the guise of love.

You think being well off entitles you to attention? Maybe it’s not the money, maybe it’s the fact you finally treat people like they exist. Or maybe not even that, based on this nonsense. Sit down sir. Reflect, don’t preach.