The Kimberly Diaries - Archive 005 Spend enough time on TikTok and you’ll notice something interesting about people. Everybody seems to have an opinion about everybody else’s character. Someone says something questionable, handles a situation poorly, or shows a side of themselves people don’t like, and suddenly there’s a conversation about red flags, patterns, true colors, and who should be removed from whose life. And sometimes those observations are absolutely right. But so

The Kimberly Diaries - Archive 004 When I first started making TikTok videos, I never imagined where it would take me. What started as something fun eventually turned into costumes, characters, live performances, and an entire little world of my own. Somewhere along the way, I discovered that TikTok wasn’t just about making videos. It was about people. I started recognizing familiar faces in my comments. I found myself spending time in other creators’ lives, laughing at thing

The Kimberly Diaries - Archive 004 The following is a dramatization of events that may or may not have occurred. Unfortunately, most of them did. After months of an increasingly complicated pregnancy, the time had finally come. Terrence had overstayed his welcome. He had ignored eviction notices, resisted chemical intervention, and repeatedly threatened to make an appearance before retreating into the darkness. His mother had endured months of contractions, false alarms, abdo

A Labor of Constipation The Kimberly Diaries - Archive 003 It started innocently enough. A little bloating. A little pressure. A few uncomfortable moments. Nothing that suggested my life was about to become a medical drama. But as the days turned into weeks, something began to grow. My stomach. And grow. And GROW. Eventually, I stood in front of the mirror, held my belly, and realized something horrifying. I LOOKED SIX MONTHS PREGNANT. Now, I’ve been pregnant before. I know

I was never normal. Not as a kid. Not as a teenager. And certainly not now. While other teenagers were doing whatever normal teenagers were supposed to be doing, I was in my bedroom dressing up in weird outfits and watching cartoons. By myself. And I was perfectly happy. My parents used to tell me I needed to grow up. Apparently, there was an age limit on costumes, cartoons, and having an imagination. Nobody bothered to tell me what that age was. And even if they had, I proba

I don’t think I ever sat down and decided, I’m going to create an entire universe. That sounds far more organized than what actually happened. It started with characters. A wig here. A costume there. A ridiculous idea that made me laugh, so I filmed it. Then another character showed up. And another. Before long, they had their own personalities, their own way of talking, their own little corners of my brain—and apparently no intention of leaving. The Ruler started observing e