People Criticize Rihanna for Exposing Her Baby Bump Too Often and Tell Her to “Cover Up”

Rihanna refuses to wear special maternity clothes because dressing up is “too much fun”. The star rocks stylish cropped tops and bras and confidently shows off her baby bump. Most fans love her maternity style, however, some disapprove of her outfit choices, calling them too “revealing” and “inappropriate”.

Rihanna is pregnant with her second child.

The star welcomed her first child with A$AP Rocky in May 2022. Later Rihanna announced her second pregnancy during her 2023 Super Bowl Halftime Show. So far, the due date has been kept in secret. However, it’s rumored that the baby will be born in 2023.

She often shows off her bold maternity looks.

Before the announcement, the singer used to wear thick coats and hide her pregnancy with distracting colors. Now the star embraces her baby bump and exposes it whenever possible. Comfy sports bras, cropped tops, and even unbuttoned jeans — Rihanna has her own cool maternity style.

The singer was criticized for her style.

In January, the couple did a pregnancy photoshoot where Rihanna bared her stomach. Someone wrote, “I’m getting old because I saw those Rihanna pics and was thinking: It’s too cold for her to be bearing that bump like that, baby’s probably freezing.” “Congrats to Rihanna and Rocky, but please cover up, it’s cold.” Some people also believe Rihanna’s style is too revealing and inappropriate.

Rihanna responded to the criticism.

The celebrity mom is aware of the criticism regarding her style. She explains her outfit choices, “When I found out I was pregnant, I thought to myself, there’s no way I’m going to go shopping in a maternity aisle.”

She adds, “My body’s doing incredible things right now, and I’m not going to be ashamed of that. Why should you be hiding your pregnancy?” She finished off with a bold statement, “I’m sorry, it’s too much fun to get dressed up, and I’m not going to let that part disappear because my body is changing.”

It’s not the first time Rihanna has been criticized by her fans. Once she was frowned upon for calling her son “fine”. The star responded like the queen she is.

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My Demanding Neighbor Complained to the HOA About My Halloween Decorations – The Following Day, She Was Pleading for Assistance on My Doorstep

My neighbor reported me to the HOA over some plastic skeletons and cobwebs I put up for Halloween. Less than a day later, she was at my door, begging for help. Why the sudden change of heart? Well, you’ll soon find out!

At 73, I’ve seen my fair share of life’s little dramas. But let me tell you, nothing quite prepared me for the Halloween hullabaloo in our sleepy little neighborhood last year.

I’m Wendy, a retired schoolteacher, proud grandma, and apparently, public enemy number one, according to my neighbor, Irene. All because of a few plastic tombstones and some cotton cobwebs.

“Wendy! Wendy!” I heard Irene’s shrill voice cutting through the crisp October air. I was on my knees, arranging a plastic skeleton by my front porch. “What in heaven’s name are you doing?”

I looked up, shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun. There she was, all five-foot-two, hands on hips, looking like she’d just bitten into a lemon.

“Why? I’m decorating for Halloween, Irene. Same as I’ve done for the past 30 years.”

“But it’s so…” She waved her hands around, searching for the right word. “GARISH!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s Halloween, Irene. It’s supposed to be a little garish.”

“Well, I don’t like it. It’s bringing down the tone of the neighborhood.”

As she stomped away, I sighed. Welcome to Whisperwood Lane, where the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence unless it’s half an inch too long, of course.

“You know, Irene,” I called after her, “a little fun never hurt anyone. Maybe you should try it sometime!”

She turned, her face seething with shock and anger. “I’ll have you know, Wendy, that I know plenty about fun. I just prefer it to be tasteful.”

With that, she marched off, leaving me to wonder what her idea of “tasteful fun” might be. Competitive flower arranging, perhaps?

A week later, I was enjoying my morning coffee when I gazed at the mailbox. Among the usual bills and flyers was an official-looking envelope from the Homeowners Association.

My hands slightly shook as I opened it. “Dear Miss Wendy,” it read, “We regret to inform you that a complaint has been filed regarding your Halloween decorations…”

I didn’t need to read further. I knew exactly who was behind this.

I looked at the HOA letter again. Irene had no idea what real problems looked like.

I picked up the phone and dialed the HOA office. “Hello, this is Wendy. I’ve just received a letter about my Halloween decorations, and I’d like to discuss it.”

The receptionist’s voice was polite. “I’m sorry, Miss Wendy, but the board has already made its decision. The decorations must come down within 48 hours because your neighbor has a problem with it.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to issue a fine.”

I thanked her and hung up, my mind boiling. I had bigger things to worry about than fake tombstones and plastic skeletons. But something in me just couldn’t let Irene win this one.

The next few hours were a blur of phone calls and preparations. I was so focused on my Halloween decorations that I barely noticed Irene’s smug looks every time she passed by my house.

It wasn’t until the next morning that things came to a head. I was sitting on my porch, trying to calm my nerves with a cup of chamomile tea, when I heard excited laughter coming from Irene’s yard.

To my surprise, I saw a young boy, probably 10 years old, running around with one of my carved pumpkins on his head. It took me a moment to recognize him as Irene’s grandson, Willie.

“Look, Grandma!” he shouted, his voice muffled by the pumpkin. “I’m the Headless Horseman!”

I couldn’t help but smile. At least someone was enjoying my decorations.

Then I heard Irene’s voice, sharp and angry. “William! You take that thing off right this instant!”

Willie stopped in his tracks. “But Grandma, it’s fun! Miss Wendy’s yard is the coolest on the whole street!”

I leaned forward, curious to see how this would play out. Irene’s face was turning an interesting shade of red.

“That’s… that’s not the point,” she sputtered. “We don’t need any of those tacky decorations. Now, give me that pumpkin!”

But Willie wasn’t giving up so easily. “Why can’t we have fun stuff like Miss Wendy? Our yard is so boring and ugly!”

I almost felt bad for Irene. Almost.

“William,” Irene’s voice softened slightly, “you don’t understand. These decorations aren’t appropriate for our neighborhood. We have standards to maintain.”

The boy’s shoulders slumped. “Standards are no fun, Grandma. I wish we could be more like Miss Wendy.”

As the boy trudged back to the house, pumpkin in hand, I couldn’t help but call out, “You’re welcome to come carve pumpkins with me anytime, Willie!”

Irene shot me a glare that could have curdled milk, but I just waved cheerily. Let her stew in her bitterness. I had a Halloween to prepare for and a family to celebrate with.

As the sun started to set, I was surprised to see Irene making her way up my driveway. She looked different. Smaller somehow, less sure of herself.

“Wendy?” she called out hesitantly. “Can we talk?”

I nodded, gesturing to the chair next to me. “Have a seat, Irene. Tea?”

She sat down heavily, wringing her hands. “I wanted to apologize. About the HOA complaint. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“It’s just…” She took a deep breath. “My grandson loves coming here because of your decorations. He says it’s the highlight of his visits. And I realized I’ve been so focused on keeping up appearances that I forgot what it’s like to just have fun.”

I felt a pang of sympathy. “We all get caught up in the wrong things sometimes, Irene.”

She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “The thing is, Willie’s parents are going through a nasty divorce. These visits are the only bright spots in his life right now. And I almost ruined that with my silly rules and complaints.”

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