Even a cool mil is chump change in the nicer parts of LA (actually, in LA, period). Tess and Nick have had no business living in SoCal at all. The childish "I wish I had lots of moneeeey!" yearning sounds so pathetic, though I agree Nick is trying to "expose" Tess as the obvious broke loser she is--however, he's showing his ass in the process, too, since he never attempted to provide for his family.
I know Two-Ton is too good for the Deep South, but that's where she should be right now since it's actually livable for a low-level "influencer" and moddle. Her lifestyle sounds far too stressful and shitty to be worth it for anyone who isn't a raging, image-obsessed narcissist. The Slums of Beverly Hills was not supposed to be an instruction manual.
If she was willing to stick to being a social media "influencer," moving to a much cheaper part of the country and spending her days producing content for platforms that will actually pay--YouTube and Patreon, and sponsored content on Insta--would be a really smart move. She wouldn't even have to move back to Buttfuck Nowhere, MS; she could find someplace decent and affordable in the greater Houston, Dallas-Ft Worth, Atlanta, Memphis, or St Louis areas, and there are plenty of ambitious young gays in those places who would love to do her hair and makeup, and try to conjure up something new and fabulous to swathe her in. That would also put her near a major transportation hub, making it easy to catch flights to anywhere else--should anybody still want to fly her in for paying gigs.
But she's a dim-bulb "model," not a creator. If she actually had the brains to produce content for social media, and make a career out of it, she would be doing it by now. That she's not, despite having such a huge following, just tells me she's too short-sighted and stupid to ever do it. I mean, my god--that she doesn't have a Patreon just fucking astounds me. She should have had that up and running years ago, and that she never did attests to her room-temperature IQ (and Nick's, as well).
So she's desperately trying to stay in the LA area, (despite, as Nick informs us, worrying about making rent), for the same reason every other desperate hopeful or struggling, faded Z-Lister does--that's where virtually all of her chances at paid modeling work, as well as the chance to encounter real celebrities, or walk a red carpet to prove she's still famous, are. If she leaves, she leaves behind the chance to show off what a celebrity she is to her Insta followers. It's also an admission that she can no longer make it in LA, or as a professional model at all.
She's had her taste of fame, is a full-blown addict for it, and she wants her heyday back. And she's stupid enough to think that she might actually be able to get it--if she just gets a few fillers, and a bit of Botox, and loses a bit of weight under the claim that it's "self care," she could start getting jobs again, and everybody she's burned will come back and want to hire her again. And to do that, she's got to stay close enough to LA to grab at any chance to be in the limelight, no matter how broke she is.
I still think she'll move out to somewhere really shitty, like Riverside, Perris, Hemet, Lancaster, or Palmdale just to stay within driving distance of LA, before she finally crashes and burns and has to drag herself and her kids back to Mississippi (if she doesn't ship them back to stay with family, first).
LOLOLOL. Tess is so in denial of her hamplanet status that she buys size 22 clothing and stuffs her bloated whale carcass into them, pushing the strength of the material and stitching to their limit.
Tess, just because you can jam your canned ham of a body into a Size 22 doesn't actually MAKE YOU a size 22, sweaty. For example - I can stick my size 11 feet into a size 9 shoe, but it's going to look, fit, and feel like shit.
This must be why she's suddenly on the diet train - Messy Tessy has realized that she's getting too large to fake her way into a size 22, and needs to slim down or else she can't even "technically" be a size 22 anymore.
The reason she's on the diet train is because stylists, photographers, and fatgirl brands are all onto the fact that she's no longer a size 22, hasn't been for a long time, and yet she keeps lying about it. I think the
Self photoshoot, where she was obviously draped with clothes that weren't even close to fitting her, was probably the last straw; that was her last high-profile shoot.
She has a choice: she can admit to her true size (which is probably a 28/30), which would limit the jobs/Insta promo deals she could still potentially get because she's too big for all the "better" fatgirl clothes. She's too big for Eloquii, now (not that they want to talk to her because she makes their clothes look like shit when she squeezes her bulk into them, then lies about their sizes runing small). Or, she could lose weight, and get back down to a size 22.
And she's apparently decided on the latter--though I suspect it was because somebody she considers vitally important had a come-to-Jesus talk with her about why they won't hire her (or provide her with free clothes) until she gets her shit together. She's been getting fatter and fatter, and lying about it, and fucking up photoshoots and runway shows because of it for years now, and that hasn't been enough to make her put the fork down--until now, all of a sudden.
I don't think she'll lose the weight, btw. She's too fucking dumb to know how to do it properly (fried brown rice? really?); too lazy to meal plan, prep, and cook; too accustomed to using food as a source of comfort and entertainment. And she'll have every FA advocate ready to call her out for the sin of dieting, and triggering fragile young fatties with any talk of weight loss. Since the only people who actually give a shit about her are the FA/BoPo crowd, she'll have to lose weight without ever talking about it on Insta, or publicly congratulating herself for her progress, or seeking asspats for it--which means she's fucked.
