Confessions of a MySpace OG
- Bobbi Billard
- Sep 11
- 3 min read
Updated: Sep 14
There once was a time in social media land… way before Instagram filters, TikTok dances, and before everyone and their grandma bought a ring light and became an influencer. The internet was raw, messy, and a little bit magical.
One of the first social media sites to go mainstream and take over our lives was called MySpace... and somehow, I, Bobbi Billard, ended up as one of its poster girls. At one point, I had 1.5 million friends and was the number three most popular female profile on the entire platform.
Here are my MySpace confessions... the things I never told you back then and what it was really like to be one of the most followed profiles on the platform.
Confession #1: I didn’t set out to be “internet famous.”
I just liked connecting with people. I liked posting photos. I liked experimenting with this brand-new thing called social media. Next thing I knew, my inbox was overflowing, my friend list maxed out, and people were recognizing me at airports. Weird, right? Especially when ‘internet famous’ wasn’t even a thing yet.
Confession #2: I never read my messages.
Here’s the truth: I probably missed so much good stuff. I regret it. But the volume was so insane. Hundreds of thousands of DMs. There weren’t enough hours in the day to keep up. My thinking was simple, if someone really, really needed to reach me, they’d find my website and contact me there. So if you ever wrote and I didn’t write back? I’m so sorry. It wasn’t you. It was me drowning in the massive amount of messages I would receive. I wanted to write back to you. I really did!
Confession #3: The MySpace Top 8 was brutal.
Forget ghosting… The real drama was who made your Top 8 and who didn’t. I’d get messages like, “Why am I number 6? Who’s this guy at number 3?” People would get so irate about it. I swear I could’ve started wars just by shuffling those little boxes around. Looking back, it was basically the first algorithm... and the first reason people lost sleep over social media.
Confession #4: My friend requests, comments and DMs were total chaos.
I tried my best to comment back to people who took the time to write me, but I was often overwhelmed. To make matters more intense, I had to approve friend requests one by one, hundreds of pages of them every single day. For years, a close friend (an actual rocket scientist who worked with Boeing and NASA, I shit you not) would help me click through them all because it was impossible to keep up.
On the rare occasion I peeked inside my DMs? Madness. Fan love, weird pickup lines, fake talent scouts, you name it. Half the time I didn’t know if I should laugh, cry, or call the FBI. But in hindsight? It was the best training for surviving the internet long-term.
Confession #5: It was the wild west, and I loved it.
We didn’t have “content calendars.” We didn’t care about “aesthetic grids.” We just posted. It was chaotic, unpolished, and real. And honestly? Sometimes I miss that. Because behind all the drama, the glitter graphics, and the autoplay songs that crashed your computer, there was community. People met, connected, and built friendships that are still alive today.
Looking back, it really was the wild west of social media. And that’s why I wanted to write these Confessions of a MySpace OG... to give you the behind-the-scenes nobody saw. To say hi. To say I remember you. To say that the real OGs know we lived through an internet era, the MySpace era, that will never happen again. *sad face*
So here’s to the MySpace Top 8, the glitter, the chaos, and the memories. And here’s to reconnecting, because I’m still here. Still creating. Still sharing. Only now, I’ve traded in barbie pink aesthetic backgrounds for quiet luxury energy and long-term vision. But don’t get it twisted... the girl who thrived in the wild west of MySpace still lives in me.
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