It was my dad’s birthday when I found out the news of Whitney’s death. I was driving in the rain and received a text from my dad saying “Whitney’s dead.” I was in shock, could this be, the second strongest and most confident woman in the world (besides my mom) is dead?? No way, show nuff, I returned home, turned on the TV and heard the news. I was shocked the same as when MJ died, but not as depressed. Maybe because I too struggle with life and all it’s insecurities. Never used a substance to figure my situation out but, in a way I can understand what she is going through. When you are put on a pedestal by your peers or feel as if your being put on a pedestal, thats alot of pressure. But, her giving up has made me rethink the reason I looked up to her. Was her act all a lie, did she lack confidence in herself, enough to not say no to drugs and make the commitment to change, regain emotional strength. Maybe??

Now, I’m realizing it’s good to have someone to look up to, but dont expect them to be perfect. Realizing how hurt she was inside, I wish I could hug her and tell her she’s strong enough to get through it. Just one, hug, everyone needs one. To be strong is an understatement… to smile like everything is okay, now that’s strong; somethig I have done for years.

What have I learned from Whitney’s death?? To say no, and express my emotions more often. I don’t want to be 40 and hiding behind my insecurities. I want to show them off, as far as I know it is my best assest thus far.

I Love you Whitney, your voice is a dream come true. I’m gonna try and keep my head up, learn from your mistakes and work towards my dreams too.

xoxo

b.uniQue