[Zephanie, get out of the beauty community! You don’t belong here!]
[LMAO. You came looking for proof and got slammed by it.]
Even Lesley’s team and management released official statements saying they didn’t copy anything, that everything was planned in-house.
I, on the other hand, was just an independent creator. No team, no manager. Just me, working on every piece from start to finish. So, no one stood up for me. Not even my boyfriend.
In fact, he posted a video too, announcing publicly that he was breaking up with me. Said all my content was stitched together from other creators, and that I was a serial plagiarist.
And that was the final blow.
The internet dragged me harder than ever. My comment sections were flooded with hate. My DMs were bombarded with unreadable and disgusting content.
The pressure crushed my creativity, and brands pulled away. As such, I hardly got by.
Eventually, I started hurting myself and soon visited a psychiatric clinic, where I was diagnosed with severe depression.
And one sunny afternoon, in a cramped little rental apartment, I decided to end it all.
But then, I opened my eyes, only to find myself back at the beginning, where none of that had happened yet.