RESCUE - Part 2

Chapter 11 - Starting A Trend

"Come on sweetie we are going to be late...." Mouse dragged the duvet from my feet "Dudeee I was having the best dream ever!" I pulled a pillow over my head, "what was it this time? A Winchester brother? Gerard butler or was it another magic mike dream?" I threw the pillow at him, before getting up and kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear "it was about you....you make a very pretty girl" I kissed him again and went for my shower.

On the journey to work I was reading my Twitter feed, and something was repeated a fair few times, comedian makes a sick joke about stretch mark and fat girls, as I read further into the articles I felt the anger rising up "yo you okay?" "Just listen to this!" I scrolled down my screen "fat people cannot be beautiful...stretch marks are the most hideous thing a human can have...I would never hire someone overweight because they lack ambition and are laz-" "Charlie calm down!" Mouse pulled into the car park "no! I'm sorry mouse who the hell does she think she is?! Check this one out! If you have a tattoo you will never be a high achiever!" "Charlie..." "Can you believe some people!?!" "Come on!" He rolled his eyes and dragged me into the tower.

We sat for a while, it was quiet, boring, really boring..."mouse....fancy taking a few photos of me?" "Erm....sure?" I stripped down to my bikini "ohh those kinda photos" his eyes lit up "yeah....no calm down big boy...take photos of me, my stretch marks and make sure you get my tattoos in!" "Is this about the Twitter thing?!" "Yes now just do it we don't have much else to do! Do we?!" "Guess not....go on then" he took my phone and snapped a few photos. It took me a few minutes to get the tweet right, but I braved it and pressed send *quick, kitty! Shoot me because I have stretch marks and tattoos!! God forbid I get employed for another film role* I'd attached four photos, one of my full body, showing my tattoos, one of the marks on my thighs, one of the marks on my hips and a side shot of the marks on one of my boobs, and I attached them all, my Twitter was going insane, support from everyone even people who didn't follow but had read about her tweets, it didn't take long for the backlash of kitty *wow, publicity stunt much! Stretch marks are not a thing to be proud of charlieCupcake_* red rag to a bull. "Charlie don't get into a war!" "She just sai-" "I know" he rubbed my arm "mouse I'm not standing for it" I got tweeting *kitty, stretch marks prove I've grown up, the fact that you 'don't have any' clearly shows you haven't, stop making people feel like shit* I left my phone on the side and continued to look at the water, when my phone dinged "stretchmarks don't only look disgusting it's a sign of being obese" whippet and maxi had now started to read over my shoulder "get a load of this cow" maxi called over to Jessie as I typed away *kitty Does your ass ever get jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?!* it took half an hour to get a reply again "Okay Charliecupcake_ please tell me how you have helped anyone with depression being as you're blaming me! I'd like to know, (giving to charity doesn't count)* i looked at the lads "go for it char let her have it" Jessie nodded as he put a hot chocolate down next to me, I opened up my notes and began to type away *I'll have you know I have a worldwide charity, and because of people like you I have made it my job to be there for your victims, anyone who had a shred of confidence has it ripped from them by selfish nasty bullies such as yourself, because that's what you are, a bully, instead of naming and shaming a load of crap you know nothing about why don't you sit down and think, hang on, I'm not perfect, I only bully these people because I'm insecure myself! Stop using your so called fame to bring a nasty feeling amongst people and leaving a bad taste and actually use it for something good! As for your tattoo arguement, you don't have any, you mentioned about a grave stone instead of a tattoo for a lost one, well guess what, I don't have a gravestone for my dad so the tattoo on my ankle is for him, and guess what, I have tattoos, I'm a pretty damn good actress, I have my own worldwide shop and I'm a manager of a lifeguard on one of the busiest beaches...and I'm also the proud owner of three beautiful children, who have all grown up into great jobs and guess what, they have tattoos too, so whilst you sit at home, on your ass, judging others, spreading your nasty words, I'm, as well as others are working away to earn a real living helping others instead of putting them down and guess what...we have tattoos and stretchmarks, Don't bother replying I'm not interested I've said my piece I'm done with you and so are millions of others* I hit the send button and shutdown my Twitter feed, I sat back in my seat and let out a long breath "wow...." Maxi looked at me "I'm sick of women like her! Who made her the woman to judge everyone's physique, or their names, their looks, when to be fair she looks like a horse, I don't care if people think bad things about others that's different, thoughts never hurt anyone, but words and actions can sting like a bitch, and that cow needed sorting" I took a long sip of the chocolate "right! I'm going north and sitting with mouse come on, days nearly over" I squeezed his leg and jumped into rhino.

As the day came to an end I'd locked up the tower and was sat in the car with mouse driving home "Charlie look online" "what?" "I wanted to say earlier but....look online" mouse smiled at me as I did so, a few online magazines had cottoned on to our Twitter arguement, but they were on my side, and more impressively they'd added others comments in it, all supporting, but what was more amazing to me, I'd been brave to put those photos on, and to have people commenting saying that *we knew she was an amazing person, but now we knows she also has her own imperfections makes her even more beautiful* "wow..." I took a breath and smiled at him "stuff that woman you were talking to, she's nothing, nothing but a bully, and finally people are seeing themselves as normal, because of you people know it's okay to have marks, scars or whatever, and this I why I am the luckiest man in the world" he leant over and kissed me as he parked into the garage.

When we got in Alex wasn't home, he was always home, I grabbed my keys and dragged mouse back out with me, and drove straight to the horse stables, we walked through and there he was, brushing one of the horses "see! Mothers instinct!" I walked over "mother's instinct?! He left a note. I'll be at the stables!" "Oh shush! Babe you okay?" I walked over to Alex "sorry I just needed to get away a bit...." I looked at mouse to go get drinks, he just eye rolled and tutted before walking to the cafe. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" "We got a scan today...and we found out the sex" "oh right? And?" "It's a baby girl" he beamed at me as his eyes brimmed with tears "oh Hun!!" I hugged him tightly "I'm so scared, what if I do something, or I'm not a good dad..." he whispered in my ear as he squeezed me tighter "it's okay to be scared" I pulled away "y'know....you were obviously ready to have a baby, and that's what love is, nobody can tell you what it's like, that first moment, when you hold your baby girl...and you didn't know that anything could be so small or so delicate. And you feel that tiny heart beat...and you know that you couldn't love anything more in the whole world, And you hope that you can do right by that little girl...and always be there to catch her when she falls, and that nothing ever hurts her...Not a broken arm...or a bad dream...or a broken heart...Alex, you,l be the best dad there is and your little girl will be the luckiest girl alive" he hugged me tightly again "did you just quote seventeen again to me?" He chuckled into my ear "jeez Alex come on give me some credit for remembering the words!" I chuckled as I wiped my eyes "hey I read your Twitter arguement, seems you've started quite a trend" I tilted my head at him "huh?" "Look" he took out his phone and showed me "look, all these celebs have started posting photos of their scars and the media is living it....mum you've started something amazing once again" he rubbed my arm as mouse came back with three large cups of coffee as we sat and watched the dogs play around with the horses in the field.

Bit of a long winded chapter this one, but thought I'd tackle it, I'd recently watched a video with Katie Hopkins...and couldn't get my breath, most of the things said in this were actual quotes from her, and I think that she's disgusting, people are constantly being judged and made to feel down and low about themselves because some woman on TV said they should be, I hope none of you feel like that, be proud of your body, of your scars of anything because your body is one of a kind and you should be damn proud of that, it's good to be unique! Lots of love Madi xxxx