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those little girls who fantasizes about her wedding—but

she’d love to be a mom.

Just thinking about her early 20s makes her cringe.

“There’s a part of me that doesn’t necessarily dispute

e ve r y t h i n g I ’ ve s a id ,” I g g y s ay s. “B ut I de f i n it e ly fe e l l i ke ,

Who the fuck is that person? It’s that time in your life when

you think, I’m a real grown-up and I know everything, and

you can’t tell me shit.” Now she knows the truth: The more

stuff you break, the harder it is to put it all back together.

“The older I get, the less I fucking know about any-

thing,” she says. With that, Iggy stands up and throws her

now-empty water glass across the room. It makes a loud

clang. She doesn’t flinch.

Her lightbulb moment was realizing that maybe she’d

been wrong—blowing up on critics and other stars, being

difficult to work with, screaming out all her feelings on

Twitter. “You want to be right so bad because you feel like

you’r e j u s t i f ie d , yo u r e mo t ion s a r e s o r e a l ,” s he s ay s

matter-of-factly, like someone who’s learned to talk about

these things in therapy. “It’s hard to say, ‘Okay, I handled

that in a bad way.’”

Iggy has left Los Angeles for Atlanta, where she

recorded in her mixtape days, to live with her boyfriend,

rapper Playboi Carti. Fast-forward 10 years and she hopes

she and Playboi are still together, still living in Atlanta.

She doesn’t care if they get married—she was never one of

Rita Vinieris cape. Osman dress,

Barneys. Marion Parke heels

Hair: Francisco Maymi (Hair by

Fran). Makeup: Lora Arellano

using Melt Cosmetics.

Manicure: Julie Kandalec.

Props styled by Chelsea Maruskin

for Art Department.

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