I want to hear, “You can do it.”I want her hand on my shoulder like, “Baby, I’m right here.”I want that hug that somehow resets my whole nervous system in 30 seconds flat. We joke about Adam Sandler’s Bobby Boucher—“My momma said…”—but tell me you don’t secretly want that. We all do.

Our humor isn’t just funny—it’s connective tissue. It reminds people we’ve been here all along, and we’re still the ones holding it together. Here’s the truth bomb: being forgotten isn’t a wound—it’s freedom. While everyone else was scrambling for approval, we were learning to live without it. That gave us the power to reinvent ourselves endlessly.

This wound isn’t loud and dramatic. It’s quiet. It sneaks into the corners of our kids’ adulthood and shows up in ways we don’t always connect back to us.

Strong ain’t always cute. People clap for my strength but forget to ask how they can help. I love being the go-to, but sometimes I don’t want applause for carrying it all — I want relief. Being called Superwoman sounds nice, but living it feels heavy. TGL is about saying enough: strong women need softness too.

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once I’m down there, I start reevaluating everything. Why am I even on the floor? Do I live here now? Should I just get a pillow and commit? And the second I do finally stand, here comes the guilt trip: “I need to get to the gym.” 

A tuck here, a pull there — no shade if you want it. But let’s be honest: you can only yank that face back so far before you start looking like Barbie left out in the sun too long.

Because deep down, our shopping is love in action. We buy for birthdays, “just because” days, “you had a rough week” days, and “I saw this and thought of you” days. We shop like caretakers because that’s who we’ve always been.

The funniest part? Watching your adult kids try to process the switch-up. They stand there confused, salty, and betrayed like:“Wait… so I lost my Nintendo for three months over crayons on the wall, but lil’ man gets a TikTok moment and applause?”

Some of us had time to prepare. Baby showers, cute onesies, and the ceremonial “what are they gonna call me?” conversations.

What happens when GlamKids become leverage? TGL women share the untold struggle of boundaries, heartbreak, and staying strong as a GlamMa. You are not alone — here’s the truth and the tools to protect your heart.