As we all know, Kailyn fancies herself some kind of writer. After releasing her child’s book Love is Bubblegum last year, Kail has been very steady in her promotion. We saw her marriage with Javi fall apart during this last season of Teen Mom 2, because she wanted to focus on her career. Kail is sharing more about her tenacity in this latest book.
According to Simon & Schuster, Kailyn’s new book “Hustle & Heart” features Kailyn, “as a small-town girl turned teen mom, reality TV star, bestselling author and social media celebrity Kailyn Lowry has been through some crazy ups and downs. Now she’s sharing the inspiration that got her through it all.
Hustle and Heart is packed with motivational inspirational messages, personal advice and relatable experiences for those making their way through life’s challenging mix of joy and hardship.
From bullying, sexual assault and body image to motherhood, marriage and career challenges, Kailyn wants you to know that there’s nothing you can’t survive—with a little bit of hustle and heart. ”
Much like the title, a lot of this sounds oddly familiar. But it seems this time, Kail is selling this a self-help type book. First interior decorating and now life coach. Kail has got the whole momketing (that’s mom marketing) down. Still no word if plastic surgery recovery tips and pointers on stirring online attention will be included in this book. Even Chelsea is open about her botox!
Kailyn has become an increasingly controversial member of the Teen Mom 2 cast. Since the show has been on for so long at this point, one may wonder if the shine has worn off. Will fans still be clamoring for an in depth look? Or will they be bored with a rehashing of what’s already occurred on screen?
Kailyn’s last work shared a lot about her rough childhood, early relationships and her life’s passions: Tattoos and mermaids. Just so we can remember her writing style and general mode of storytelling let’s reminisce. Here’s Chapter 14 of Pride Over Pity, entitled, “Girl Friends.”
Meanwhile, there were problems brewing from the outside, from someone who I had thought cared about me. I wasn’t prepared that the next crisis in my life would involve my close friend, Aria. In my opinion she had been bringing herself down by befriending strippers and changing herself to fit into her new crowd. I confronted her, making it clear that I didn’t want to be around that lifestyle and we couldn’t be friends if she continued to be a part of it. This fight led us to the end of our friendship and worse.
Aria and I had been friends for years. I didn’t want to lose her friendship, but sometimes you have to let go of an unhealthy relationship even if it means losing something that used to be great. The issue between us quickly escalated into the biggest blowup I had ever had in my life, and by the end some old skeletons from my past I had been dragged out into the public eye.
Back in middle school, I had this friend with whom I was close, very close. In fact, our friendship was blurry and experimental. We didn’t have boyfriends, so we used to practice on each other. We kissed and touched each other. At such a young age, I didn’t stop to analyze what this meant about my sexuality—even though I knew we had a unique friendship, and the twinges of jealousy I felt ached more than if she was just a regular friend. I’d get upset if she hung out with other friends, thinking she could be doing the same things with them. Was I just being promiscuous? I never considered myself to be gay. We hid the physical part of our relationship from her mom because we knew we were different from the other girls at school and we had some instilled guilt that we were doing would not be considered “acceptable.” Looking back, I realize that I thought of her as my girlfriend even if we never officially acknowledged it. Years later, she came out as a lesbian.
Since then, I had only had sexual experiences with guys. Girls never crossed my mind again as an option—until Aria. To clarify my relationship with Aria: we never dated. We were never teetering between friendship and a relationship. While I was still living at Jo’s, we hooked up once. This wasn’t Girls Gone Wild shit. I felt an indescribable love for Aria. It wasn’t romantic love, but that didn’t make it any less meaningful.
There was a deleted scene from Teen Mom 2 where we discussed the nature of our friendship and if it would ever go further. I had never really sat down to examine my sexuality, but Aria was convinced I was gay like her. I didn’t want to be stereotyped as a closeted lesbian. For me it’s much more complicated than that. . I was happy with Javi and I felt like Aria wanted to destroy that. Maybe she thought her influence would help me be a free butterfly and declare my true sexuality to the world, but I felt like she was too intensely eager to push me towards girls. There is no denying my attraction to certain women, but in my mind there was no need for the discussion because experimentation is as far as I ever wanted to go. I honestly believe that nobody is completely straight and attraction to the same sex is natural, but Aria’s insistence that I should only be with girls was not true to who I am. I felt like she kept telling me what I wanted, but really it was just what she wanted. I didn’t want to be with Aria or any girl for that matter. I should have been clearer with her, but I lightly passed the discussion off with a mere shrug and a “maybe” to being open to dating women.
Instead of allowing me to make my own choices, Aria told Javi that I was gay and I would eventually leave him for a woman. Javi believed she was telling the truth because Aria was my best friend. Why would she lie? He left me without even hearing me out and went to stay with some friends at Bloomsburg University, two hours away. I panicked beyond belief and went after him. As I drove, my mind raced through several horrible scenarios. I was terrified that I was about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to me. What if right now his friends were convincing him to end it with me? I could almost hear the lesbian jokes being thrown around at my expense. I didn’t need to be pigeonholed by anyone. My sexuality wasn’t a joke or anyone’s business.
I was hoping to have a calm discussion with Javi to explain that Aria had skewed our conversation to sound like I was interested in dating women, but I never got the chance. As soon as I arrived on campus, I was confronted by ten sorority girls, accompanied a guy who grabbed me and prevented me from seeing Javi. He repeatedly said how awful I was and the girls pushed me around. Luckily, I had two friends with me who shoved the guy off and tried to resolve the situation. But the incident continued to escalate. It was easily the worst night of my life. I went home to cry myself to sleep, wishing the mess would disappear and still hearing their screams of Fuck Isaac ringing in my ears.
Although—many, many months down the road—Aria did explain to Javi that she had misrepresented the details of our conversation in that moment he didn’t want to hear it. I was terrified he was finished with me for good. I felt like my world had been torn to shreds, leaving me alone and vulnerable. Aria was no longer my friend. Javi probably never wanted to see me again. What was I going to do now?
I waited. I hoped. As I slummed in misery, I heard Aria had sold the story she told Javi to the media. I don’t know if she really did, but the tabloids had a field day. I knew the rumors would stay rumors as long as I didn’t speak up, so I let the headlines slide by without comment. In no shape or form was I ashamed of my actions or who I was, but declaring myself a certain sexuality was a label that I refused to be burdened with. I wasn’t going to allow the media to use me as a poster child for closeted gays. It wouldn’t be fair to those who truly had such difficulty expressing who they are. Now that is a difficult journey.
Fundamentally, I knew there was one definite in my life—Javi. Thankfully, the love Javi and I possess proved to be stronger than the drama the rumors and lies had brought into our lives. Javi eventually cooled down and we were able to find a way around the anger and hurt.
The major cliché of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger applies heavily in our case. Interrogating myself under a bright light for days crystallized one fact for me: I wanted to marry Javi. Deep down I had known it all along. I didn’t want to waste any more time holding back from what I truly wanted. Javi was opposed to waiting any longer, too. He would be entering the Air Force soon. We didn’t want to part without calling each other husband and wife, so we decided to marry in Vegas.
We went all the way south, with the MTV camera crew in tow, but our minds changed instantly. Eloping in a dime a dozen chapel below flickering fluorescent lights, where you could choose a sci-fi theme or have a fake Elvis memento seemed cheesy and unromantic. Once we got down there, I realized I didn’t want my wedding to be like that so we decided it would be best to wait.
Are you excited to read more from Kailyn? Do you think you’d benefit from Kail’s version of self-help? How do you think this book will sell?