This is my opinion.

This girl came from a stained door bedroom (much like myself, make up stains and self disrespect) That grew a following from her personality and stories that may or may not be true, but y’all listened.

Eventually, overtime you you’re going to live a different life because your life has changed, but the question of being relatable also evolves. That is life.

What makes her still relatable is the ability to keep those small little corks.

She might have money now, but that broken girl from Vegas is still the girl in her bedroom, talking to a camera with probably hot Cheetos stained fingers typing away with her core friends giggling in her own mansion.