My kid told me that Jason’s boobs are big and my boobs are tall.”

It’s not the opening line you’d expect from the woman often painted as the reserved, stoic matriarch of Philadelphia’s most beloved sports family. But in a candid, sprawling, and hilariously unfiltered episode of her new “Not Gonna Lie” podcast, Kylie Kelce is making one thing clear: she is not the person you think she is. And she’s finally, in her own words, setting the record straight.
The quote, as she laughingly shared, was a direct and humbling observation from one of her four young daughters. This single, raw confession sets the stage for an episode that peels back the polished public image to reveal a woman who is equal parts fiercely protective, shockingly funny, and deeply, relatably human.
For years, Kylie Kelce has been the supportive, field-hockey-playing wife of Eagles legend Jason Kelce. Now, as the Kelce family name explodes into a global brand—thanks in no small part to her brother-in-law Travis and a certain pop megastar—Kylie is carving out her own space. And her tools of choice are a microphone and a blistering, unapologetic honesty.
“Consider this your quarterly reminder: I can fight, and I will if I need to,” she declared, a grin audible in her voice. This wasn’t a physical threat, but a public service announcement, particularly for those commenting on her husband’s social media. She gave a direct “shout out” to Garage Beer for a “thirst trap” they posted for Jason’s birthday, and a much sharper warning to the commenters beneath it.
“We have beef,” she joked to the brand. “Cut that shit out.”
But her humor turned to genuine appreciation for fans who respected her territory. She praised one commenter, saying, “I’m going to bite my tongue before I say something that makes Kylie come beat my ass.” Kylie’s response? “Way to recognize. Because you know I would.” She drove the point home, stating that when people see her husband, they should hear her voice like the Finding Nemo seagulls: “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
This unfiltered persona is a deliberate choice. She even dedicated a recent episode to her father, “Big Ed,” as her one and only “swear-free” show, admitting he’s the only person she consciously avoids dropping the f-bomb around. “We done did it,” she said. “Now we’re done… we can move on from not swearing.”
This “real” Kylie is also a fiercely loyal one, a theme she explored in a segment on being an “elite aunt.” After sharing a viral TikTok of a boy calling his aunt to forge a signature on a bad grade, Kylie laid out her own family doctrine. “Your aunts and uncles are supposed to be a safe space,” she insisted.
Then, she made a public, binding promise to her own nieces and nephews. “If any of them called me… for a ride at 1:00 a.m., if they called me to sign a test, if they called me for anything, I’d be like, ‘Drop a pen, give me 10 minutes.’” And she clarified: “That’s 10 minutes to get to you, not 10 minutes until I leave my house. No questions asked.”
She was also quick to implicate her famous brother-in-law. “I do believe Uncle Trav would do this,” she stated with confidence. “I guarantee you… he will sign it to send back to school. I know that for a fact.” Her code is simple: she’ll sign the paper, but she’s not telling the parents. “That’s not my… I didn’t do that. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
This protective, no-nonsense philosophy extends to her parenting. She enthusiastically co-signed World Cup champion Abby Wambach’s advice that parents should not attend their kids’ sports practices. “Don’t go to practice,” Kylie implored. “What are you doing? Let them go play… It’s more ways to talk to your kids. When they get in the car, you can say, ‘What did you work on today?’”
Perhaps the most revealing part of her journey is her struggle with the new, intense spotlight—a fame she “fell face first into.” In a recurring segment titled “Places Kylie Has No Business Being,” she detailed the “disbelief” and imposter syndrome that accompanies her new life. She admitted her “humbling” experience of being featured on the Las Culturistas podcast, but the story that truly defines this new chapter is her encounter with Malala Yousafzai.
Kylie was asked to moderate a panel for the Nobel laureate’s book tour stop in Philadelphia. Her reaction, she confessed, was “full disclosure.”
“I said, ‘Are you fucking kidding me? You’re joking. That’s a joke.’”
She explained that she read I Am Malala in college, where her school emphasized “engagement for the common good.” The idea that she, a podcaster and mom from Philly, would be “qualified” to sit on stage with Malala was something she “could not compute.”
“I said yes, and then proceeded to get very, very nervous about making sure that I was going to live up to an expectation,” she said.

The event, however, was a “tremendous” success. And in true Philly fashion, Kylie Kelce made her own, indelible mark. She revealed she spent time backstage “convincing her to come to an Eagles game” and taught her the one phrase that would win the city over. “We got her to say ‘Go Birds,’” Kylie announced, the pride overcoming her earlier nerves. “We closed out the show in the only way Philly knows how. That’s right, bringing the people together.”
This entire, deeply personal broadcast was packaged by a fan channel under a sensational, clickbait title: “Kylie Kelce Shocked to See Sis-in-law Taylor Swift in Eagles sweatshirt.” This “controversy”—that Taylor, a former Eagles fan, was seen in behind-the-scenes footage in an Eagles hoodie despite her new allegiance to the Chiefs—was a mere 20-second voiceover in the 25-minute video. It’s a stark contrast: the gossip world’s obsession with fleeting “shock” versus the complex, hilarious, and grounded reality Kylie herself is building.
The reality is that her life is not about manufactured drama. It’s about her husband, Jason, being “vehemently against” their daughters wearing “lipic” (lipstick). It’s about her daughter, Wyatt, hilariously asking “Who’s that?” when told podcast guest Miles Teller was on the line.
And ultimately, it circles back to that first, candid quote. At the end of the show, Kylie elaborated on the “tall boobs” comment, confessing she was “president of the itty bitty titty committee” before children and “was told in sixth grade I was so flat, I was jealous of the wall.” It’s a self-deprecating, painfully real admission that stands in stark contrast to her husband, who, as she notes, famously ripped his shirt off in a stadium box and later joked that he was the one who would “show cleavage” at the Super Bowl.
This is the new Kylie Kelce. She’s not just a WAG, a mom, or a “Kelce.” She’s a podcaster who’s raw, hilarious, and refreshingly honest, building an identity all her own, one f-bomb, one “Go Birds,” and one “thirst trap” warning at a time.
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