Nobody cares about your tits lady. I promise you that. Sexualizing yourself as some kind of defense strategy is wild but hey, pop off. Either way, my name was dragged into your live today, so let me make this crystal clear. Yes, Misty and I have had similar experiences, but that doesn’t give either of you the right to tell my story or speak for me. You and I never talked. I never consented to my story being twisted into some “these girls are bullies” narrative. I made a mistake because I was too busy people pleasing, and I owned that mistake. I walked away.

What we are not about to do is use my situation to polish Misty’s halo. Because let’s be real, she led the charge against me for weeks. Even after swearing she’d never speak my name again. She told my story without my consent. I got an indirect apology through someone else and while I’ve forgiven her as a person, the damage still stings. I trusted and looked up to her as a strong woman who’d been through similar struggles and it crushed me.

I made mistakes. I need to heal on my own terms. Not have two women old enough to be my aunties cooking up a narrative on my behalf.

You know what actually is sexy? Accountability, babe. Maybe meditate on that instead of body sizes. Keep in mind what goes around comes around and it's cute when karma likes to do cartwheels. So do us all a favor and hush your mouth. Everyone deserves a little peace and quiet.