In a world of curated Instagram perfection, Taylor Frankie Paul, star of The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives, dropped a bombshell this week—a confession as raw as a late-night Bukowski bar rant and as sobering as a Thompson hangover.
During a Q&A session with her followers, she admitted the brutal truth about her health: she doesn’t work out. But the reason why cuts deeper than any fitness routine could.

“I don’t work out because I don’t eat enough calories to be burning them. No diet, just stress,” she wrote, serving up an unfiltered glimpse into her reality. No spin, no fluff—just the stark admission of a woman grappling with the weight of life itself.
Now, if you’ve ever read a Kerouac novel, you know there’s a certain poetry in the unraveling. But there’s nothing romantic about a body starving for fuel because the soul is too weighed down by grief to care.
Taylor’s revelation feels more like a Bukowski whiskey-soaked lament than an influencer flex, and it’s impossible not to feel the gravity of her words.
The stress? It’s not just your run-of-the-mill drama. Taylor’s been riding the breakup rollercoaster with Dakota Mortensen, her baby daddy and erstwhile partner. And like any good tale of heartbreak, this one’s left scars that even Instagram filters can’t hide. She didn’t mince words when asked about how she’s coping:
“I cry every day. That’s grief. Let it through so it can pass and you can heal. The more you resist the pain coming through, the longer the suffering. Learned this the hard way.”

There’s something devastatingly relatable about that admission, isn’t there? In a world obsessed with bottling emotions and curating perfection, Taylor’s honesty feels like a cold splash of water to the face—or maybe a shot of absinthe at 2 a.m. Either way, it’s refreshing in its brutal candor.
But here’s the kicker: stress is a thief. It robs you of your appetite, your sleep, your energy, and in Taylor’s case, even the ability to burn calories. The body needs food to function; it’s science, plain and simple. And yet, here’s Taylor—a woman who should be glowing under the spotlight—barely scraping by on fumes.
Sure, we could sit here and throw platitudes her way. “Hang in there, Taylor.” “This too shall pass.” But grief doesn’t care about your inspirational Pinterest board. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and the finish line feels like it’s always moving.

What Taylor needs—and what every person walking through the fire needs—is support. Real, gritty, down-in-the-trenches support. A tribe that’ll hold her up when she can’t stand on her own.
At the end of the day, we’re rooting for her. Because beneath the Instagram captions and the reality TV persona, there’s a human being. A woman trying to piece herself back together in the aftermath of a storm.
Here’s to hoping she finds her footing—and her appetite—soon. Life’s too short to be lived on empty.
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Last modified: January 22, 2025