Shanika don’t fucking die on this. Take care of yourself.

Shanika, I know I’ve said I want to see you six feet under—that’s just me being angry because you’re a shitty mom. Yeah, we wish death on you sometimes, and yeah, we want your ass beat, but in reality, I don’t actually want you to die. And looking at your blood pressure results? That shit is not normal.

You have high blood pressure. There’s no sugarcoating it. You eat fried food and fast food every single day like it’s nothing, but you are actively killing yourself, and at this rate, you’re not going to make it to 50. This isn’t even me being petty—it’s facts. You want to call us haters, jealous, chasing clout? No, bitch, I’m telling you the truth. You are on the road to a stroke, heart attack, kidney failure, and type 2 diabetes. High blood pressure isn’t something to play with. It fucks up your heart, your brain, your kidneys, even your damn eyesight. You think this shit is funny, but it’s not.

A normal blood pressure reading should be under 120. Yours is 168. That is dangerously high. If you keep eating like this, you could literally have a stroke and collapse any day now. It’s not even about weight at this point—it’s about your life. But hey, if you want to keep shoving greasy burgers down your throat, go ahead. Just know when your ass drops, I can’t talk shit about you anymore, and that would honestly be a damn shame.