Loading video...

Video Failed to Load

Go Home

I remember posting her a while back when she spoke about how hard dating had become. Today she’s talking about losing friends. It’s a reminder that sometimes the loudest battles aren’t romantic 🥺 they’re about slowly watching your circle disappear…

106,430 views • 3 months ago •via X (Twitter)

9 Comments

Bohlale's profile picture
Bohlale3 months ago

The more you grow the more you lose people

Sigujana_2.0 🧃's profile picture
Sigujana_2.0 🧃3 months ago

Sad truth

🏟Ndlela Ka Sompisi 🗽's profile picture
🏟Ndlela Ka Sompisi 🗽3 months ago

She's still young, one day she will understand that she won.

UMHLABA's profile picture
UMHLABA3 months ago

I’m alone, I discarded all of my so called friends. I stay in a village, and am more happy and fulfilled. Villages will show you what we lost when we moved to the cities when it comes to a community, friendships and just general interactions with others.

Siphiwe Daniel Mthombothi's profile picture
Siphiwe Daniel Mthombothi3 months ago

I've always been alone.

Nokwanda Ayanda's profile picture
Nokwanda Ayanda3 months ago

I like how she's taking accountability for her contribution in the friendship break-up. Something a lot of people struggle with doing

Nokwanda Ayanda's profile picture
Nokwanda Ayanda3 months ago

Sorry babes

S H I B A™'s profile picture
S H I B A™3 months ago

💔

Ndile 🇿🇦's profile picture
Ndile 🇿🇦3 months ago

I like how honest she is but I do wish it wasn’t in camera all that vulnerability

Related Videos

I’m out walking today, and my brain went, “Wait… something feels different.” My thighs aren’t rubbing together when I walk. They’re not overlapping. They’re not chafing. They’re not touching. It feels weird. Like genuinely weird. I can’t remember the last time this was true. Honestly, I think I was a kid. It unlocked a memory I haven’t thought about in decades. I was 15. Ninth grade. Walking out of school in Riverside, California. I remember exactly what I was wearing. Jeans and a pink top (of course🩷). My mom picked me up. When I got in the car, she said: “Your thighs overlap when you walk.” She probably didn’t mean it to be cruel. I think she thought she was being helpful. Or motivating. Or “scaring me straight.” But I was a 15-year-old girl who already felt too big, too much, not chosen, not wanted. And that sentence landed like a brick. Back then, being a little chunky might as well have been a crime. I didn’t have many friends. Boys didn’t notice me. I carried that shame quietly for a long time. Fast forward to today. I’m walking. My thighs aren’t touching. I literally have a thigh gap. I laughed out loud. Like… what? That’s fucking wild. It took me 40 years, but I got here. And it’s not just about the thigh gap. It’s about the healing. It’s about the body finally feeling safe. It’s about doing the work, slowly, imperfectly, consistently. Today felt like a full-circle moment I didn’t even know I needed. If you’re in the middle of your journey and it feels endless, hear me when I say this: Your body remembers everything. And it will surprise you one day. Even if it takes a while. 👑

Queen of Carni

10,863 views • 9 months ago