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Britney's Belly Brouhaha

Faithful readers of MOTV will possibly remember a post a while back where we tried to get Britney's back (a bit) for all the attacks on her. While YLM and I would never, could never, imagine porting our babes in a car without a car seat, I do believe that if a camera were trained on me 24/7, (and I had any ounce of People magazine worthiness) they would certainly come up with some tasty tidbits to splash across the pages.

The latest attack has come from Britney's, shall we say, performance on the MTV Music Video Awards. (Disclosure: I once worked for this enterprise in my other life.) And a performance it was. I finally decided I needed to see what the row was about and watched a streaming video of the act today. My opinion?

You Go Girl.

Yes, she lip syncs. (Uh, hello J-Lo, Beyonce, me...) Yes, she's been handling her mom, custody battle, underwear needs, photo shoots, friends, people, badly. (Very badly. Britney, honey, please call Jodie Foster and let her give you some guidelines....) But...hello? Guts to get up in front of millions of people in her black sequin bikini and strut it?

Now this is not my cup of tea. I am not a Pussycat Dolls fan, for example. Still, I don't know about you, but I can barely screw up the courage to get in front of my bedroom mirror in my bra and underwear and strut it. Now I agree. She's not a size 2 anymore after having two babies. Let's repeat that. SHE'S NOT A SIZE 2 ANYMORE AFTER HAVING TWO BABIES.

She's also going through one of the ugliest things any one would have to go through -- a divorce, with two small children, where your mom is mad (publicly) at you -- at the ripe age of 25 when I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up.

She needs some help. But let's stop bashing the poor girl because she's got some rollos on her belly. I think we should applaud her for her (possibly insane) courage and gumption.

And we could all learn something from that.

Comments

sarah said…
I agree with you almost entirely. I would be THRILLED to have a body that looked like hers does now and I only have one baby.

BUT...if she's not a size 2 anymore (and amen for that!), for the love of god, she shouldn't be trying to dress like she is a size 2!!

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