First of all, Chrissy's situation here is relatable AF for every woman who's ever had a small human exit their body. Those mesh undies are like a swan song to your dignity for the next 12 months and really, the next 10-18 years if we’re covering all our bases. And topless in the kitchen with a baby at her breast, and a feral toddler doing who knows what in the background? Is that a mini harp? OF COURSE IT IS.
I’ve been there, we’ve all been there. God bless your chapped, inch-long nursing nipples and stitched up lady bits, not to mention the amount of bodily fluids continuing to exit your body out of every orifice.
We feel you girl, we feel you so hard. 100 points to Gryffindor and to Chrissy Teigen for being a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model, cookbook author, rockstar wife, and postpartum mom of 2 who keeps her biz so real. Real enough that every suburban minivan driving mom in America is raising a plastic cup of whatever their kid left on the table after dinner in salute.
If you don’t already follow Chrissy on Instagram, do it now. We’re with you sister, may your lanolin be plentiful and the water in your peri bottle be warm. Godspeed!