Since becoming a public figure as a teenager, it’s often the thing I least expect that people most want to talk about. Sometimes, I’ll say something offhandedly, only to see it turn into a headline or start a conversation on TikTok. There’s one recent topic that has made my phone blow up like no other since I first wrote about it a few weeks ago. It’s a subject that has made women DM me to say “I feel seen” and to share their most emotional stories with me. It’s one that has also made wannabe online sleuths try to do some investigating like they’re on CSI (please, don’t even try — whatever you think is true isn’t even close). The topic? Mom-group drama.
After the birth of my first daughter, I was craving connection with other mothers. I needed someone to talk to about which diaper bag to buy, whether a Snoo is worth it, and how you can possibly get anything done if you’re supposed to “sleep while the baby is sleeping.” But what started out logistical soon became deeply personal. I needed to talk to someone else who related to what I was going through: the mood swings, the late nights, saying good-bye to who I used to be and getting to know my daughter and the new person I was becoming.
