Wynonna Judd is speaking out after fans shared their worries about her health on Wednesday night.
Judd, 59, and Jelly Roll, 38, performed together to open the CMA Awards with Jelly Roll’s song “Need a Favor.” During their performance, Judd was seen holding onto Jelly Roll, which made many fans concerned about how she was feeling.
After the show, Judd posted a video on her social media to talk to her fans about their concerns.
She captioned her video with, “Don’t read the comments,” referring to the worried messages from fans.
In the short clip, Judd admits she read the comments before stating “I’m just gonna come clean with y’all.”
“I was so freaking nervous.”
When Jelly Roll asked Wynonna Judd to open the show with him, she was thrilled but also very nervous.
“I got out there and I was so nervous that I just held on for dear life. And that’s the bottom line,” Judd said.
After her performance, she talked to Entertainment Tonight (ET) about why she decided to join Jelly Roll on stage.
“I have to show up for people like people did for me,” Judd told ET. “That’s my job now, to pass it on. People have been so generous with me, and now it’s my turn to be generous with people like Jelly Roll.”
You can watch their beautiful performance in the video below:
We’re glad to hear that Wynonna Judd is okay. She’s had a tough couple of years.
Let’s hope that her 2024 is better than the previous years.
My Husband Ridiculed My Postpartum Figure at a Work Event – His Boss Confronted Him the Following Day
I’m Claire, and I’d want to talk about a moving chapter of my life that started with intense self-loathing but turned into an unforeseen path of empowerment and fresh possibilities. This metamorphosis took place both during and after a business function at my husband Tim’s boss’s opulent home. It was supposed to be a fun-filled evening, but my husband’s careless remark turned it into a significant turning point in my life.
My nerves were aroused as soon as we arrived at the lavish location by the setting’s grandeur and the guests’ exquisite clothes. I had given birth three months earlier and felt incredibly self-conscious about my postpartum physique, even though I was wearing my nicest outfit. Tim seemed especially keen to show me around his coworkers and their spouses—possibly in an attempt to win over his employer.
Inside, the energy was electric, with people having animated discussions over good wine and delicious fare. I could feel others examining me while I made an effort to socialize, which made me feel even more insecure. I was starting to get nervous that the evening would not go as planned.
In the middle of the throng, Tim and I had a quiet moment until he leaned down and said something that completely broke my calm: “Oh, God, look at their wives.” They certainly don’t tip the scales as much as you do, huh? Three months ago, you delivered birth. Why are you unable to simply resemble them?
His remarks sliced deep, and I was left reeling from the unanticipated brutality. Tears welling up in my eyes, I excused myself and ran to the safety of the restroom. I let myself cry behind the barred door, too ashamed and betrayed to stop myself.
I felt wounded and angry at the same time when I thought back on his remarks. What made him say that? Feeling completely deceived by the person who was meant to be my biggest ally, I asked questions.
Mr. Harrison, Tim’s supervisor, abruptly approached me after I had somewhat regained control. He questioned softly, “Claire, may I speak with you for a moment?” while wearing a worried expression. He spoke in a gentle tone, and I nodded, feeling shaken by the experience.
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