When Chloe Bailey discovered she had inadvertently consumed meat for the first time in ten years, she was distraught.
Bailey, an American actress and singer, rose to prominence as part of the combo Chloe x Halle, alongside her sister Halle Bailey.
The twins have collaborated on two studio albums, the most well-known of which, “Ungodly Hour,” has garnered critical praise.
Bailey and her sister have been vocal about their eating preferences throughout the years.
The two have been transparent about their decision to follow a vegan diet, which excludes any animal products from their diet.
However, Bailey was shocked to learn that she had once violated her lifestyle choice after a hotel misplaced her order.
Following the singer’s disclosure about the event, fans flocked to the comments section, with one person writing: “More than seven years here.” I am fully aware of this. I’ve experienced it as well. I have a lot of doubts regarding the source of my meals.
“I’m vegan, and the thought of it made me sick,” another person said.
A third person expressed empathy by saying, “I’d be p***ed if I put ten years into something and someone’s mistake jeopardizes that.”
Another person said, “That is not cool, I haven’t eaten pork in 20 years and recently stopped eating meat. I would have instantly been sick.”
According to The Independent, Chloe said during an Instagram broadcast that she broke her meat avoidance when she saw Beyoncé perform in Atlanta, Georgia.
“Well, I called to get a Beyond burger for sis and me like usual,” she started. stated that it is vegan and that there is no butter or anything like on the bun.
The plant-based meat substitutes sold under the Beyond Meat brand are made to resemble, taste, and cook like meat.
The “Have Mercy” singer claimed that when the burger came, she was in the shower and that her younger sister asked her about it right away when she got back to the bedroom.
“Are you sure this is Beyond?’ she asks as she bites into the burger. After taking a few bites, she exclaimed, “This is really good—are you sure it’s Beyond?” said Chloe.
“I smelled and touched the patty, and I immediately knew it was Beyond.”
However, the pop star quickly realized she was mistaken.
“I take a bite and the juice dripping from the burger is not like a Beyond burger,” Chloe said after finishing her outfit. I simply knew it wasn’t a phony burger.I knew after taking only one taste. I said, “This doesn’t feel right,” right away.
The singer tried to get some answers right away by calling the hotel’s front desk.
“These are vegan burgers, am I right?,” I exclaimed. “No, those are brand burgers,” he remarked. Say what? Brand burgers? Beyond hamburgers, I said. Chloe recalled, “I have no idea what a brand burger is.
The singer was understandably disappointed to find that she had inadvertently violated her vegan diet.
“Halle’s laughing at me because I’m crying,” hloe shared with her fans. This is just before yesterday’s concert. Halle is laughing so hard at me because I’m weeping and I’m freaking out.
Chloe said on TikTok that, months after the burger incident and eleven years after she started eating vegan, she had begun to consume chicken.
She sighed deeply before speaking, saying, “My confession is that I have recently started consuming chicken.”
And after 11 years, I can honestly say that I’m dead serious. I’m not making this up. I’ve been vegan for eleven years, but I now eat chicken.
The vocalist of “Do It” made it clear that she doesn’t eat any other dairy products.
“It’s like, I am still allergic to egg whites and I don’t consume dairy and honestly it’s been really good,” Chloe said to her admirers.I haven’t been eating anything else, but I’ve been experimenting with chicken.
She went on, “And you know, my stomach hurt a little bit when I first ate it. After that, I had no problems.I just cannot eat fried chicken that has been dipped in egg wash due to an egg allergy. I have seen, though, that my physique has been becoming more toned. And I feel like it’s just been toning me—I haven’t even been working out like crazy like I typically do.
Chloe joked that she would be discovered “sooner or later” and said, “So I mean, I knew.”
I WANT TO DUMP MY FIANCÉ AFTER GETTING THIS ENGAGEMENT RING.
The velvet box felt heavy in my hand, the crimson lining a stark contrast to the dull silver ring nestled within. I opened it slowly, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had been so secretive, so excited, that I’d imagined a dazzling diamond, a symbol of his love and commitment.
Instead, I stared at a simple silver band, intricately engraved with Celtic knots. It was undeniably beautiful, a piece of family history, no doubt. But where was the diamond? The sparkle? The symbol of a lifetime of promises?
“It’s… it’s beautiful,” I stammered, trying to mask the disappointment in my voice.
He beamed. “I know, right? It’s my grandmother’s ring. It has so much significance.”
He launched into a heartfelt speech about his grandmother, a woman I had never met, and the enduring legacy of this ring. He spoke of family history, of love passed down through generations. But all I could think about was the glaring absence of a diamond.
Had he even looked at it? Did he not see the way my eyes glazed over, the way my smile felt forced? Did he truly believe this heirloom, this symbol of his family’s past, could compensate for the lack of a present, tangible symbol of his love for me?
Later that evening, as I lay awake, the ring, cold and lifeless on my finger, felt like a heavy weight. I pictured the other women I knew, their hands adorned with sparkling diamonds, their faces radiant with joy. I imagined the envious glances, the whispered questions. “Where’s the diamond?” they would ask.
And then, the thought hit me: I deserved better. I deserved to feel cherished, to feel special. I deserved a ring that reflected the love he professed to have for me, a ring that made me feel like the most precious woman in the world.
A week. That’s all I would give him. One week to rectify this situation, to show me that he understood, that he valued my feelings. If he failed to do so, if he continued to dismiss my concerns, then this relationship was over.
The next morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of determination. I would not settle for less than I deserved. I would not allow him to diminish my worth.
The week that followed was a whirlwind of emotions. I tried to be understanding, to approach the subject with tact and diplomacy. I brought up the topic of engagement rings casually, mentioning articles I had read about modern trends, about the significance of diamonds in contemporary society.
He seemed oblivious. He talked about his grandmother, about family traditions, about the “sentimental value” of the ring. He even tried to convince me that diamonds were overrated, that true love was about more than material possessions.
But his words fell on deaf ears. My resolve hardened with each passing day. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to compromise.
Finally, on the seventh day, I sat him down for a serious conversation. “Look,” I said, my voice firm but gentle, “I appreciate the sentimental value of the ring, truly. But I also want to feel cherished, to feel like I’m truly valued. And honestly, I don’t feel that way.”
He looked at me, his face a mixture of surprise and hurt. “I don’t understand,” he said, his voice slightly defensive. “I gave you my grandmother’s ring. What more could you want?”
“I want to feel special,” I repeated, my voice unwavering. “I want to feel like you put as much thought into choosing my ring as you did into choosing me.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then looked down at his hands. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally admitted, his voice subdued.
“Then let me tell you,” I said, my voice steady. “I deserve a ring that reflects the depth of your love for me. A ring that makes me feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman in the world. If you can’t give me that, then maybe we’re not meant to be.”
The silence that followed was deafening. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion. Finally, he nodded slowly. “I understand.”
And with that, the engagement was over. It wasn’t the ending I had envisioned, but it was the ending I deserved. I walked away, my head held high, knowing that I had made the right decision. I deserved to be loved, truly loved, for who I was. And I deserved a ring that reflected that love, a ring that sparkled as brightly as the future I envisioned for myself.
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