Courtney Meeks stands at a busy intersection in Austin. A sign that reads “Pregnant and homeless” partially covers her round, eight-month belly. Right now, her thoughts are as loud as the highway.
“Is my water going to break? Am I going to have a C section? You just never know,” she says.
Courtney says some drivers are extremely compassionate; one brought her some maternity pants the other day. Others – well, others are not so kind. “So far this morning I got – why don’t you have a job and you should’ve worn a condom,” Meeks says.
She probably would’ve had she been able to afford one.
For the last five years or so, every penny she receives barely keeps her fed.
Courtney wobbles down a trail that leads into a wooded area where she camps. “There’s cactus and hidden rock so just kinda be careful where you walk,” she says.
The camp is clean. Courtney lives with fiancé William Welch. “It’s home,” she says. “It’s home.”