Leigh Anne Tuohy Update: One Of The Teens Responds

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One of the two teens involved in Leigh Anne Tuohy’s recent social media stunt has spoken out on Instagram (his name has been blurred out for privacy):


Person One aka Teen Leigh Anne Tuohy approached at KFC:

Yeah people don’t know what really happened because I actually had money I have a job and have had one for over a year I was gonna pay for my brother the other guy in the picture but he was insisting on waiting on his uncle but his phone was dying so we were charging it which is the reason we were in KFC in the first place.and the game was only a 3 min walk up the street I don’t see why she said bus fare that kinda ticked me off a little but the way she worded it is making us sound less fortunate and that isn’t the case at…

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Love poem from a narcissist

A love poem from a narcissist

It was love at first sight.

You captured my attention

From across the room.

I caught your eye and

with a sly comment,

Your interest.

I drew you closer

Like a magnet, pulled you in

I peered deep into your eyes

And managed to touch your soul.

You let me in

And I loved it.

Finally, someone who got me.

Someone who saw me

Someone who would love me


You became my mirror

I liked what I saw.

Even in light of my flaws

You didn’t reject me

You offered me space to become

Without forcing your agenda

Until my selfishness

Became too much.

The cracks started showing

A façade can only stand so long

You saw me for what I truly am

Your hurt disguised as anger

With me as cause, effect and cure

Until I wasn’t.

You picked up your chin

Put your shoulders square to mine

Reclaimed your dignity

walked away from me

Just as elegant as when you walked in.

I hated you.

Now, you simply pity me

While I try to stymie you

You refuse to play my game

I almost want to admire you

If my ego’d let me, I would.

I still hate you.

In you, I found myself.

I ate your soul

Became your beauty.

I sensed your vulnerability

Played the character

You wanted.

You are not my perfect reflection anymore

Because you reflect back the truth

And I am far too flawed to face myself

Embrace myself.

I love the image I’ve made

Don’t tear it down.

I’ll walk away

Pretend it was my choice to leave

Make you out to be the damaged one.

But I hate that we both know the truth

I was never

Good enough for you.