We hardly knew ye. But God, we felt ye.
You can only be Babygirl for so long before you have to become Woman . The high of the chaos begins to feel like a hangover. The thrill of the bad decision starts to feel like stupidity. As the ball dropped on New Year’s Eve, you looked at the messages from June, the photos from March, and the empty space beside you in bed. Babygirl -2024-2024
She arrived in January with pink hair (or was it a leather jacket? Or a broken heart?). "Babygirl" wasn't just a pet name; it was a persona. It was the version of you who said yes to the risky text. The version who bought the concert ticket alone. The version who decided that this year, she would not be pragmatic. We hardly knew ye
We measure life in years, but we feel it in moments. And sometimes, an entire universe—complete with a beginning, a middle, and an explosive end—fits into the cramped space of a single calendar page. The high of the chaos begins to feel like a hangover
Babygirl. That was you. That was us . That was the 365 days between January 1, 2024, and December 31, 2024.
Babygirl (2024–2024): A Eulogy for the Shortest, Loudest Year