Chrissy is featured in the November issue of Vogue US. Read part of her interview down below & don’t forget to check out the image in the gallery!

Chrissy Teigen on Kanye, Getting Blocked by Trump, and Actually Caring About Her Comments

“I FEEL LIKE I would be annoyed by me if I weren’t me,” Chrissy Teigen says. “I feel that all the time.”

It’s a late-summer afternoon, and the 32-year-old Teigen is stepping into the kitchen of the Los Angeles home she shares with her husband, the award-hoarding musician John Legend. The couple’s two-year-old daughter, Luna, is rambling around nearby; their recent arrival, Miles, is cooing in a bassinet. A bulldog named Paul cozies at my feet.

The house is a knockout. It’s atop the hills and has the kind of alpha-lion view you fantasize about when you fantasize about owning a home in L.A. Rihanna used to live here; Teigen has joked about opening Rihanna’s mail. There’s a piano in the foyer with a shelf showcasing Legend’s bursting collection of Grammys, plus his Oscar and his Tony—he’ll win an Emmy in September, entering the rare club known as the EGOT. Teigen will post an Instagram video of Legend putting the Emmy atop the shelf, looking like a proud Little Leaguer back from the playoffs.

Teigen returns with glasses of rosé for us. It’s from Legend’s winery, LVE. It’s good. What do I look like, a sommelier?

I have come to see Teigen because I believe Teigen has important answers for the universe. You know her as a model, a television personality (Paramount Network’s Lip Sync Battle), and the author of the best-selling cookbook Cravings and its recently published sequel. You know her as one half of one of the most appealing couples on earth—seriously, they’re so both adorable you want to pinch them.

But it’s my unscientific opinion that Teigen’s greatest contribution to the planet is her presence on social media. Chrissy Teigen may be the Last Likable Person on the Internet.

We all know how it is. These days, social media feels like a fistfight inside a garbage can inside a septic truck. And yet Teigen wittily navigates the digital fray. Here’s a Teigen tweet on marriage: “I always have a note in my pocket that says ‘John did it’ in case I’m murdered because I don’t want him to remarry.” Here’s another, on childbirth: “No one told me I would be coming home in diapers, too.” Here’s one on food: “Truffle oil is vile.” Buzzfeed once collected a list of her 100 funniest Tweets as if they were lines from Dorothy Parker. I worship this droll masterpiece: “My favorite part about my anniversary dinner was the girl who came to our table who John used to bone and also the sea bass.”

It’s nearly impossible to find a subject Teigen hasn’t discussed on her exploding, eight-figure social-media channels (Instagram: 20.4 million followers and counting; Twitter: 10.7 million), or that she considers out of bounds. She’s been praised for breaking conversational taboos around fertility (her children were conceived via IVF), postpartum depression (she’s suffered from it), and the body-image pressures perpetuated by Instagram.

“Instagram is crazy,” she posted earlier this year. “I think it’s awesome people have killer bodies and are proud to show them off (I really do!!) but I know how hard it can be to forget what (for lack of a better word) regular ol’ bodies look like when everyone looks bonkers amazing.”

“Chrissy is real and authentic,” says her friend Kim Kardashian West. “She’s so open and honest with her audience . . . she also has the best sense of humor.”

When I mention to friends I am working on a story about Teigen, the response is universal: OMG Chrissy Teigen. It’s like telling people I’m writing a story about a warm basket of puppies. It’s why big companies like Target and Procter & Gamble have lined up behind her. Everybody seems to love Chrissy Teigen. (Well, except the president of the United States. We’ll get to him in a minute.)

But now, in her home, Teigen’s trying to talk me out of it. She’s making the case she’s not so likable—or liked—on social media.

Come on. You’re so self-deprecating. . . .

“That becomes unlikable, too,” she insists, sitting down on the couch. She’s dressed in jeans with a white T-shirt and black cardigan. “I get made fun of all the time. People are like, ‘We get it, you like pizza.’ ”

Famous people are not supposed to care about such things. Teigen does. Likewise, they’re not supposed to read the comments. She does that, too.

“I’ll read a thousand of the sweetest comments—‘You have the cutest family, I love your book’—and then one person is like, ‘You look like the Bride of Chucky’ and I’ll be like, ‘Oh my God, @paulh7114620 thinks I look like Chucky.’

“A lot of people are really smart about staying out of it,” she adds. She mentions Kardashian West. “I’ll send something to Kim—a screen grab of the Daily Mail,like some ridiculous headline, and she’ll be like, ‘Is that what’s happening?’ And I’m like, ‘Kim, this is the biggest story of the week right now!’ Then I’ll feel bad because she’s probably been saving her sanity by not reading this stuff, and meanwhile, I’m like ‘Look at this!’

In person, Teigen is immediately disarming—you feel you know her because you kind of do know her (I’ve seen her fridge on Instagram! I know those counters!) But she confesses that it all sometimes gets to her.

“Much stronger people are like ‘I don’t care what you think,’ ” she says. “I genuinely do care. I think it’s funny when people are like, ‘I love how you just don’t give a fuck.’ I’m like, ‘Oh my God. I give so many fucks.’ I want to be liked.”

read the full interview on vogue.com