Girl, we need to talk. In light of the recent rumors, I just wanted to remind of you of something you said back in ’99.
Your message was strong, you were looking fly, and your head seemed to be almost clear. Now is the perfect time to let that crusty motherfucker go. He doesn’t deserve you, he never did. That ho is doing you a favor, and you know what? Karma’s a bitch.
Pull out some old photo albums and remind yourself of who you are.
I mean, look at your fabulous makeup here. Loving the smoky eye/dark lip combo. Whitney, you’re too beautiful and talented to go out like that. Get yourself dolled up and give Clive Davis a call. Your fans miss you, and you have a fierce revenge album to record. Lord knows Bobby gave you enough material.