TAYLOR SWIFT’S APPEARANCE AT THE CHIEFS GAME RAISES EYEBROWS – ‘TOO MUCH WEIGHT,’ SAY FANS
Taylor Swift got a lot of attention for her look and outfit when she attended the NFL game to support her boyfriend, Travis Kelce.
Taylor was at the Kansas City Chiefs game against the Baltimore Ravens on September 5, 2024. This was the opening night of the NFL season, and she was there to cheer on Travis Kelce, who plays for the Chiefs.
Taylor Swift made a stylish entrance at Arrowhead Stadium, wearing a fashionable Medusa ’95 Versace denim corset top, thigh-high red Giuseppe Zanotti boots, and carrying a sleek Louis Vuitton handbag.
Fans who saw Taylor Swift’s pictures from the game shared their opinions online. One fan even speculated about a possible pregnancy, adding a pregnant emoji, “She’s getting thick …?”
Another fan criticized her outfit, saying, “So tacky! Can she not get a fashion consultant?” Another added, “With all her money, you’d think she could have had her stylist pick out a better outfit.”
However, not everyone shared the negative views. One fan loved the outfit, saying, “Such a cute outfit.” Another defended Taylor, writing, “Can’t believe some people say she ‘put on too much weight.’ She looks better like this than she did as a stick figure.”
Appreciation for Taylor’s appearance continued with one fan praising her transformation: “Definitely find her more attractive with some extra meat on her bones. Never liked the twig physique.” Another fan kept it simple and positive, saying, “She’s beautiful.”
Taylor appeared to have a great time at the game. Once inside the stadium, she took her usual place in Travis Kelce’s luxury suite, sitting comfortably next to his parents, Ed and Donna.
Videos showed Taylor and Ed enjoying each other’s company during the exciting NFL game. They chatted and laughed together, looking very relaxed and happy.
Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce have become a popular couple, and their photos together often go viral. Recently, their date night photos have gotten a lot of attention for several reasons.
People have been closely analyzing the pictures and some have started speculating about Taylor possibly being pregnant, similar to her friend Brittany Mahomes.
On July 16, Taylor and Travis were seen out on the streets of London with their friends. Photos from that night, shared by their loved ones, have sparked a lot of comments and guesses from people on social media.
Summitt recently shared a fun carousel of photos on Instagram from his trip. The pictures show highlights from their time at nature reserves and beaches, as well as a memorable helicopter ride with Patrick.
One of the photos features a group shot of Summitt, his wife Miranda, Brittany, Patrick, and the celebrity couple Travis and Taylor. In the photo, Travis is seen with his arm around Taylor’s shoulders, his hand resting just below her chest.
For the evening event, Taylor Swift wore a beautiful light-blue dress by Vivienne Westwood, called the “Sunday Gathered Cotton Midi Dress.” The dress is priced at $1,010.
Some social media users were uncomfortable with how Travis had his hand placed on Taylor in the photo. One Instagram user commented, “Swifties take a closer look at this guy … Yikes .”
Another person added, “It looks like she was trying to move his hand to her waist. I don’t think it’s cute, I think it’s cringey.”
Some people focused on Taylor’s dress, criticizing her fashion choice. One person remarked, “Why do her dresses always look like a moo moo my grandma would wear?” Another said, “Taylor needs to fire her stylist.”
Others analyzed a photo of Brittany where Travis had one hand on his lower stomach. A social media user wondered, “Travis is cradling his lower abdomen and pointing to himself. What does that mean?” Another person joked, “Travy, get Tay preggers. We need little besties for life.”
While Taylor hasn’t confirmed or denied the pregnancy rumors, her close friend Brittany has confirmed that she will soon be a mom of three.
My Stepmom Gifted Me a Funerary Urn for My 17th Birthday
I always knew my stepmom, Monica, wasn’t exactly the nicest person—annoying, yes, but not evil. She was the type who would talk over me, forget my birthday, and call me “kiddo” even though I was practically an adult.
But what she did on my 17th birthday? It was the final straw.
It all started after my mom, Sarah, passed away when I was ten. After that, it was just me and Dad. We were a team—movie nights, pizza dinners, and a mutual understanding that we had each other’s backs, always.
Then Monica came along about three years ago. She wasn’t the worst, just kind of… there. She moved in, slowly took over the bathroom with her endless beauty products, and managed to inch her way into Dad’s life, whether I liked it or not.
Monica had dreams—big dreams—of opening a hair salon. I didn’t have a problem with people having dreams, but I had my own, too, and she treated me like I was an inconvenience that came with the house.
But I had a plan. College was my way out, and Dad had promised me from the time I was little that there was a college fund waiting for me. “Your mom and I set it up when you were five, Lila,” he’d say. “It’s all there, and I add to it every year.”
So, I worked hard in school, counting down the days until I could leave for college and start a life of my own.
On the morning of my 17th birthday, I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe some pancakes, a card—Dad was at work, so it was just Monica and me. But when Monica handed me a gift bag, things took a weird turn.
Inside the bag was a pink funerary urn. Yes, you read that right. An urn.
I stared at it, completely confused. “What the hell is this?” I asked.
Monica leaned against the kitchen counter, a smug look on her face. “It’s symbolic,” she said as if that explained anything.
“Symbolic of what?” I asked, already feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Monica smiled wider. “It’s time to bury your college dreams, kiddo. Your dad and I decided to put that fund to better use.”
“Better use?” I repeated, my heart racing.
“Yep. We used it to help me open my salon. College is a gamble, Lila. But a business? That’s a real investment.”
I was frozen. Had they really taken my future, my college fund, and sunk it into Monica’s dream? How could my dad have let this happen?
“Life’s full of disappointments,” she added, as if that was supposed to be comforting.
I ran upstairs and slammed my door, sobbing harder than I ever had. Everything I’d worked for, everything my mom had wanted for me, was gone.
For the next few days, I barely spoke to either of them. Monica pranced around like she owned the house while I sat with the urn on my desk, a twisted reminder of what I had lost.
Then, a few days later, something strange happened.
When I got home from school, there was a note on my desk in Monica’s messy handwriting: Meet me at the salon at 6 P.M. tonight. No questions. Just trust me.
I almost laughed. Trust her? After what she did?
But my curiosity got the better of me, and against my better judgment, I went.
When I arrived at the salon, the lights were off, but the door was unlocked. Hesitant, I stepped inside. There, in the middle of the room, were Monica and my dad, both grinning.
“Surprise!” Monica shouted.
I was speechless.
“Look,” Monica said, stepping aside to reveal a shiny new sign on the wall: Dream Cuts: A Scholarship Fund in Honor of Sarah.
“What is this?” I asked, completely lost.
Monica’s smile softened. “We didn’t use your college fund, Lila. It’s all still there. The salon isn’t just for me—it’s for you, too. And for others like you. A portion of the profits will go toward funding scholarships in your mom’s name.”
I blinked, feeling like the ground was shifting beneath my feet.
“But… why make me think otherwise?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.
Monica winced. “Yeah, the urn thing… That was not my best idea. I thought it would be motivational, like burying the past and embracing the future. Turns out, it was just creepy.”
Dad stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve been planning this for months. Your mom always wanted to help kids get to college. This way, her dream lives on.”
I stood there, stunned, my anger melting into something softer.
Monica looked at me earnestly. “I’m not trying to replace your mom, Lila. I just want to build something meaningful, something that helps you and others. I know I haven’t been the best stepmom, but I hope this can be a fresh start.”
For the first time in a long time, I smiled.
It wasn’t perfect, and maybe things with Monica never would be. But in that moment, standing in a salon named for my mom, I realized she wasn’t trying to destroy my future—she was trying to honor it in a way I hadn’t expected.
And yeah, I kept the urn. I planted peace lilies in it. Maybe it wasn’t the symbol Monica had intended, but it had become something new. A symbol of hope.
What would you have done in my shoes?
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