Saturday Night Social: Chrissy Teigen Will Stop Editing Her Pics

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Chrissy Teigen, who once set her own vagina on fire with a dousing of jalapeno juice, has made a promise to the world to stop using photo-editing apps. The decision comes after recently posting a photo to Instagram where she showed off her inner thigh stretch marks and reminded us average citizens that no one—not even a supermodel—has a 100% flawless bod.

According to E! Online, the 29-year-old model, soon-to-be cookbook author and Lip Sync Battle co-host is tired of faking it. “I have those apps, the Facetune and Photoshopping ones, and I just didn’t feel like doing it anymore—and I’m never doing it again, because I think we forgot what normal people look like now,” she explained during a visit to The Meredith Vieira Show.


“It’s so unfair. It started with Botox and everything, of course, but now it’s just grown into this Photoshop phenomenon and I’ve seen these women in person, they are not like that. Please know that. I’ve shot in barely anything with them and it’s just amazing what people do to tweak themselves.” I believe you, Chrissy. Models are humans too. It goes hand-in-hand with what I always tell myself: no one, no matter hot they are, is safe from a bout of explosive diarrhea once in a while.

Happy Saturday!

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Hi guys - all burnered up since I don’t want this linked to anything else and it’s personal / I need advice....

Here goes...

So, I’m working through some stuff and need some validation I did the right thing - I feel like I probably dodged a bullet but here goes.

So about a month ago a long term boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me. I was DEVESTATED. It was a really tough breakup really predicated on him not feeling like he wanted to be in a serious relationship anymore. While we officially broke a month ago, we had been on the outs for 4-5 months. Basically, even though we were still together we weren’t seeing each other very often and I was constantly upset and mourning the relationship. Basically, when it was over I felt a sense of relief, and have done my best to really let go. Since then, we haven’t spoken besides one slightly emotional exchange of things (not like, giving back stuff, but we had both bought tickets to a concert together a while ago and had to figure out what to do with them). A few days later I sent him a long text about how mad I was at him for breaking my heart. No answer. A few days past that I texted him again to apologize for the angry / sad text and tell him I was having a tough week and I missed him. No answer. So, it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve heard from him and as much as it hurts, it’s helped me to move on.

On top of everything, I recently moved to a new city where I know very few people. One of them is my ex (I actually moved to be close to him and he broke up with me shortly after). So, I have to figure out how to meet people and how to get over the breakup.

So I went to a meet up for young professionals in the city. Generally, it was kind of a bust but I met a guy there who I found nice and attractive. I wasn’t and am not really in a place to date yet, but hey he was cute and it was a thing to do. We went out 3 times in a week (fri night dinner / drinks, sunday night yoga and lunch, and then a happy hour). We were hitting it off, generally. We had kissed and I was feeling totally distracted by it and just generally enjoying the new attention and thought he was a good guy. I was honest about my situation and recent breakup and he told me he was going to be very cautious with me. I did like him and I thought we had good chemistry. I was starting to feel like I wish I’d met him when I was feeling a bit more stable.

Last night he asked me out on a fancy date, to a very nice restaurant we were talking about. I had decided that I was ready to sleep with him, since it seemed like a good rebound / getting over the ex thing to do. Like, I had to do it eventually and I felt ready enough, I liked kissing him and felt comfortable around him and was attracted to him plus to this point he’d been super respectful. So we went out to dinner and had a lovely time and then out for drinks. We made friends at the bar and ended up having a ton of fun. Basically, a great night.

So here’s where it gets weird. In my head, I had bargained with going back to HIS place and sleeping with him. But for some reason, we drunkenly made the decision to go to my place. (he had parked his car at my place and his key was in the car and blah blah blah, it was just kind of logistics). So we ended up at my place and I immediately felt a surge of emotion. Being in my apartment felt really overwhelming. I didn’t have any protection and hadn’t exactly cleaned up like I was going to have company (I mean, it wasn’t disgusting but the bed wasn’t made and there were dirty clothes in the side of the bed I don’t sleep in). We went from making out and being affectionate to going into the house and me getting freaked out and telling him I wasn’t ready. He was understandably confused and we had a bit of a fraught conversation where he asked me if I was over my ex or ready. I kind of shook it off and asked him to come to bed with me (probably my first mistake, as I’m typing it out I see it clearly).

So then we spent the night together, we didn’t have sex because I didn’t have any condoms and we were both a bit drunk. We did some naked kissing and I got comfortable again. We were laughing a lot and goofing off and talking about making plans for the future. He said a lot of very kind things about how much he liked and cared for me in a short time and how he wanted to treat me right. Basically, we really liked each other and things were going well and I felt totally back to normal. So we woke up in the morning and started chatting and cuddling and fooling around, and I asked him to go to the 7-11 down the street and pick up condoms. I was totally ready to sleep with him.

So he comes back and it ramps up and we start to have sex. It’s really good up until the point that we ACTUALLY started doing it. The face he made while thrusting was really aggressive and all of the sudden I didn’t like the shape of his body (he was much thinner and more cut than my ex, and I could feel his hip bones against me) and I decided I felt really smothered and I just said like, “Can we take a break” and pushed him off me. I just said, “Hey, I’m really not ready to be doing this”, which is true. And all of the sudden he was like a totally wounded puppy and he just stared at the ceiling, said he didn’t understand what happened and was just like moping around. I assured him he hadn’t done anything wrong, I had totally consented and WANTED him I just didn’t anticipate how I would feel when the act was underway. I just wasn’t anticipating how different his body would feel. I wasn’t anticipating how it would feel to look for some old condoms and open the drawer where I had shoved the pictures of my ex I had recently taken off my wall. I wasn’t ready, and I didn’t know it until it was already underway. He asked me if I wanted him to leave and I told him I wasn’t mad at him and I didn’t want him to leave, I still cared for him I just didn’t feel good sleeping with him. He was still wounded puppy-ing around and asks me to get breakfast. This sounded like a good idea to me so I jumped in the shower and got dressed and was getting ready to go to breakfast. He was acting all sad and weird and cold and I said, “Are you sure you want to have breakfast with me, I would totally understand if you just wanted to go home”, and he said, “Well, I’m hungry”.

We get dressed and start walking to breakfast and it’s tense and awkward and I finally go, “You know what, I’m going home. It’s not fair for you to make me feel guilty for not wanting to sleep with you and if you’re going to act like this is personal i don’t really want to be here”. He said I was blowing it way out of proportion, he wasn’t trying to make me feel guilty, he was just confused at how i was acting. So we turn around and go back to my place, he picks up his stuff and his car and says something to the effect of, “You know what, you blew this out of proportion” and then walked away.

First of all - What. The. Fuck. We met a WEEK ago. What’s with all the drama dude? Second of all, I don’t owe you anything! I was super honest about how I liked him and felt comfortable around him and was trying to push myself to be ready to jump into something but I just *wasn’t* and I didn’t realize it until it was too late. I didn’t expect him to be THRILLED but his reaction was way over the top, right?!

So, I mean now that I’ve written it all out I see it clearly. I dodged a goddamn bullet. But also, I’m sad that I pushed it too far too quickly and didn’t let it develop naturally and now I have to miss out on enjoyable dates.

And after all this, I feel no impetus to contact him or see him again, but I miss the fuck out of my ex. And also, I didn’t end up getting brunch and I’m too mopy to cook and I want to order out some kind of greasy food.

Blehhhhhh. Please tell me I did the right thing.

P.S. this boy left his super expensive watch in my house so now i have to see him again to return it