KRISTY The shit also happens to the stars

The misogynist

It's time for the photoshoot if I want to make it on time.  To save time, I walk while sending a message.  I almost tripped over a basket of Thelma.  I gripe, she is even more messy than me.
She doesn't live at home but it's just like.  His things are lying around the villa.
With Elliot, everything goes too fast!  I was not ready to commit.  With Thelma, everything is different!  I want everything, now!
I have to go to Photo Studio Art to pose, for a cause that is very dear to me.  The best shots will be used to create advertising posters that will be seen absolutely everywhere in the country.
Since last year, I have been the ambassador of the National Center for Women Victims of Violence.

After the photoshoot, I have to go to the clinic to do my first ultrasound of twelve weeks of pregnancy.  I really can't wait to see the baby even though I know he's no bigger than a sesame seed.  What moves me the most is to be able to hear his little heart beating.  They say it looks like a galloping horse!

Hailey is already there, she hurries me to my lodge.  I have to pose with six different outfits, there is no time to waste.
I am surrounded by a troop of assistants: makeup artist, hairdresser, stylist and dresser.  They fiddle with me in I hate it!  I feel like a puppet.

The end result is seductive!  All that remains is to strike a pose!  I like shooting, it's like playing a role.  You can be whoever you want.  I pose with professionals from the center as well as volunteers and women saved by this great initiative.

The photographer barely looks at me.  When I say hello to him, he answers me in his mustache.  The day is going to be long!  He finished adjusting the blowers, lights and his camera.  When he's satisfied, he finally decides to watch me.  By discovering me a grin forms on his face.

- What is this thing?

I turn around but see nothing.  What he is talking about?  I'm not the only one who doesn't understand anything.  The whole team with a questioning eye.

- I was told a movie star, not a balloon!

Attend, he's talking about me!  I must have misheard!

- Does anyone listen to me when I speak?

He repeats himself.

- What is this thing?

What I hear is surreal!  This guy compares me to a balloon.  I'm going to put it in me, a balloon in the face!  I open my mouth to say two words to him.  But Hailey intervenes, she asks him to discuss it aside.  He follows her, moaning in his mustache.  She starts to annoy me.  I'm going to pluck it out with tweezers, hair after hair, until there's nothing left.
This man is a monster!  And to say that I am here, precisely to fight violence against women, it is a shame!  I myself am a victim at this moment.  I don't understand why he's here.  If he disparages women, why was he chosen to do the photoshoot?  My pregnancy is an asset for this companion.  Pregnant women are victims of beatings and rapes by their spouses every day.  This is a plus for alerting public opinion.  Hailey told me he knew about it though.  I would ask him for an explanation later.

They're coming back, Hailey looks upset!  I follow her with my eyes.  She signals to me that it's settled.  The shooting can begin!  This guy scares me with his hateful eyes.  He is really very unfriendly to those around him.  Especially if it's a woman and doesn't look people in the eye.  I don't know what his name is and I don't want to know it.  When he talks to me it's only to give me orders.  He likes it, it gives him confidence.  He must be feeling more manly.  He wants us to see him and hear him.  His smirk appears every time our eyes meet.  Fortunately, this is rare!  He often makes me change my position.  He tries at all costs to hide my rounded stomach.  I thought about blowing him up more than taunting him, but that's not a good idea.
The session is coming to an end.  There is only one outfit left, a mauve dress, tight-fitting to perfection with openings on the back and the abdomen.  Me who wanted to taunt him, it's done!  He decides to put me behind the others so that only my upper body can be seen.
What an asshole!  I don't care.  I don't need to be seen.  The star is not me.  They are the heroes.  Those who come to the aid of his bruised women, who frees them from their torturers, who accompany them in their new lives and their reconstructions as well as their children.  The glory goes to his women overflowing with love, courage and determination.  It is an honor for me to pose with them.  His women are examples for the young woman that I am.  Having spent the day with her made me grow.  I knew I was privileged before I met them.  They reinforced my decision to lead the fight alongside them.  I want to do more, much more.  My commitment to these exceptional women has only just begun!

Thelma is waiting for me outside the studio door.  She was the one who offered to accompany me to the ultrasound.  She gets involved in the pregnancy when she has no connection to the baby while Elliot is completely away.  My mother also wanted to come, because she believed that no one would come with me.  I explained to him that Thelma would be there.  She understood that his presence was not necessary.
I didn't say anything about Thelma and me.  No one knows about the two of us.  I prefer to wait a bit before I come on.  I am afraid of disappointing my loved ones.  They have already had their share of drama, at the moment.  Thelma is very understanding.  She agreed to wait until I find the right time to tell them.

On the way to the clinic, I think back to this photographer.  Basically, it hurts me!  His life must be very sad to be so embittered.