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The (Truly) Unfiltered Chrissy Teigen
She’s built a following, reputation, and career on being real and relatable. But even in an era of TMI, she’s still discovering herself.
It was Chrissy Teigen’s idea to meet at a Los Angles DIY cake-decorating studio, so she could practice making a confection for her daughter Luna’s first birthday two weeks away in mid-April. It is easily the least glamorous spot on Melrose Avenue—half elementary school cafeteria and half art-class studio, with loud children covered in sticky frosting—and Teigen arrives in Le Silla thigh-high suede boots, Re/Done denim cutoffs, and a white, off-the-shoulder Esteban Cortazar blouse that trails an extra yard of fabric behind her. It looks like she has just come from a photo shoot, but, “No, it’s all for you, baby,” she says. “If it weren’t for this interview, I’d be home, naked, watching TV.”
This is the Teigen that America loves: the unfiltered 31-year-old model, entertainer, cookbook author, and wife of Grammy-winning musician John Legend who ugly-cries on live television, eats fried chicken and Fun Dip on Snapchat, shows off her stretch marks on Instagram, and cops to armpit liposuction at press events.
She also tweets exactly what she’s thinking to her 5 million-plus followers, which often means sharing the parts of herself most celebrities prefer to keep out of the press. Recently, she revealed that she had postpartum depression (PPD) after Luna was born and that she was also diagnosed with anxiety, which she treats with an antidepressant.
While we cut polka dots out of gum paste and dip them in gold glitter, she says, “Every step I take feels a little shaky. It’s such a weird feeling that you wouldn’t know unless you have really bad anxiety…You feel like everyone is looking at you.”
At the moment, they are. Paparazzi have gathered outside the studio’s windows to snap photos through the glass. Fellow pastry decorators are whispering and pointing, and pretty much every employee on duty stops by our table to see if we need help. But looking every inch an energetic, toned, and tawny Martha Stewart of the Instagram age, Teigen pipes rosettes onto a two-tiered confetti cake; charms employees with stories of her bulldogs, Pippa, Puddy, and Penny; and cheerfully poses for photos with those who ask.
By the time the cake is finished, we are dusted in glitter and Teigen has a blob of teal buttercream smeared on one of her boots. She heads to a nearby sink, props her foot up, and starts rubbing at the stain with a wad of wet paper towels. “My stylist is going to love this,” she says, laughing.