I have never been one to admire celebrities or religiously follow them on their social media platforms; their photos and videos were often distorted so heavily that the real person behind the social media outlet was lost. This all stood true for me until I stumbled across Jeffree Star during a very dark and scary time in my life.
When I think of a time in which I was completely happy, and, I mean fully elated, it was the moment I found out I was pregnant for the first time. The following 12 weeks were filled with pure excitement and joy. I often found myself daydreaming about the future and what motherhood would be like. I knew already that my baby and I would attend “Momma and Baby Yoga” classes at the local studio, that I would have the most fashionable stroller, preferably a Stokke in limited edition orange, and we would wear matching clothes, just like every single perfect Pinterest picture I came across. Life would seriously be perfect. No, it was perfect.
Flora, a feisty young thing of just three,