During a Parisian outing with their mother, Emme Muniz, showed off a fashion accessory that had everyone talking – flesh tunnels.
The 16-year-old child of Jennifer Lopez set the internet abuzz when they stepped out with black piercings in their stretched earlobes.
While the “Jenny From The Block” singer opted for a chic look, her teen went for an edgier look, an aesthetic they’ve been working on for several years.
“[Emme] is into experimenting with different hair colors and quirky makeup techniques,” a source told Life & Style in December 2021. Despite having “varying tastes in fashion,” Emme and Lopez still enjoy helping each other find the perfect outfit.
When photos of the child-mother duo began to circulate online, many wondered what happened with Emme.
Jеnnifеr Lореz’s 16-yеаr-оld Еmmе’s lаrgе blасk рiеrсings sеts intеrnеt аbuzz
During a Parisian outing with their mother, Emme Muniz, showed off a fashion accessory that had everyone talking – flesh tunnels.
The 16-year-old child of Jennifer Lopez set the internet abuzz when they stepped out with black piercings in their stretched earlobes.
While the “Jenny From The Block” singer opted for a chic look, her teen went for an edgier look, an aesthetic they’ve been working on for several years.
“[Emme] is into experimenting with different hair colors and quirky makeup techniques,” a source told Life & Style in December 2021. Despite having “varying tastes in fashion,” Emme and Lopez still enjoy helping each other find the perfect outfit.
When photos of the child-mother duo began to circulate online, many wondered what happened with Emme.
“Not very feminine, looks likе a dude”
“She’s rebelling against her Mother can’t wait to read that book!!”
“Some celebrity kids are doomed“
“She needs to pay more attention to her children and not be so self absorbed .”
“JLo must be dying inside.”
My Boss Terminated Me for Wearing Thrift Store Attire – My Colleagues Came to My Defense and Delivered a Powerful Lesson
When the company owner barged in and abruptly fired me for wearing second-hand clothes, my world imploded. Little did I know, my co-workers were planning an act that would turn everything around and emphasize the true strength of our workplace community.
Never did I think that buying clothes from a thrift store would cost me my job. But life’s full of surprises, especially when you’re a single mother struggling to make ends meet.
It began like any other Tuesday morning. I was at my desk, taking calls and welcoming clients with my usual cheer. The office buzzed with its routine hustle — keys clacking, printers working, and the aroma of fresh coffee in the air.
Kate from HR peeked around the corner. “Hey Claire, how are the kids?”
“Oh, you know,” I chuckled. “Sophie’s engrossed in her science project, and Noah’s set on memorizing every dinosaur name.”
Kate smiled. “Sounds like you have your hands full.”
“Always,” I said. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Just then, the elevator chimed. The doors opened to reveal a familiar face I hadn’t seen in over a year — Victor, the company owner.
Panic surged through me. I quickly stood, smoothing my thrift store blouse. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison! Welcome back!”
Victor’s eyes narrowed at me, his expression hardening. “What are you wearing?”
I glanced at my outfit, puzzled. “I — ”
“Is this how you present yourself to our clients?” he demanded loudly. “In these… these rags?”
The office fell silent, every eye on us.
“Mr. Harrison, I — ”
“No excuses,” he interrupted. “A receptionist’s attire should reflect our brand. You’re terminated. Leave immediately.”
My world spun. “But sir, I’m a single mom. I can’t — ”
“Out!” he shouted. “Now!”
Tears stung as I gathered my belongings. Kate tried to intervene, but Victor silenced her with a glare.
The drive home was a blur. How would I explain this to Sophie and Noah? How would we survive? I unlocked our apartment door, and there they were — my little warriors.
Sophie instantly knew something was wrong. “Mom, what happened?”
I hugged them close, the smell of grape juice and play-doh soothing me. “I lost my job today, sweethearts.”
Noah hugged me tighter. “It’s okay, Mommy. We still love you.”
I stifled a sob. “I love you too, munchkins. So much.”
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