Kendra Wilkinson has always been open about her body, but it seems like lately, her assets are giving her trouble.
"I think my right butt cheek is bigger than my left butt cheek," the Kendra star tweeted Tuesday to her 1.8 million Twitter followers.
"Oh and my right boob is sooo much bigger than my left boob. I'm so off. Lolol," she added in another tweet.
But despite her willingness to bare it all, the 26-year-old (who is married to NFL free agent Hank Baskett, with whom she shares 2-year-old son Hank Jr.) admits that there have been certain moments where her modest, more conservative side takes over.
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"To tell you the truth, whenever I used to pose for Playboy I used to get so, so scared and I used to cover up and I'd be like 'hurry up!'" the former Girls Next Door star said in an interview with news.com.au in October. "I was very proud, but at the same time I never got used to being naked. I never did and I will never do it again."
Justin Bieber's sound isn't the only thing that's changing as he grows up. The 18-year-old, who recently released the slower jam "Boyfriend," is transforming more every day from the little guy fans met on YouTube in 2007 into ... a very rich man, albeit still with perfect hair. As Bieber reveals in a new interview with GQ, he's even (shock of all shocks!) tried alcohol before, although of course he's under the legal drinking age of both the U.S., where it's 21, and his native country of Canada, where it's 19. But, as Bieber insists, he doesn't get wasted. "For me, it's just like, I like to be in control of myself," he tells the magazine. "I mean, I've had a beer, like, before … but I never get out of control." (GQ writer Drew Magary tried to entice Bieber to meet him at an adult venue such as a bar or a strip club for the interview, but his handlers nixed those ideas and opted for a recording studio instead.)
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The Biebs has also learned to be disciplined when talking with the media. He rarely says much about his famous girlfriend Selena Gomez, 19, who's been spotted with him on the red carpet, vacationing in exotic locales, visiting his hometown in Ontario, Canada, and dining out at their favorite restaurant, IHOP. Unfortunately, Bieber remains mum on her in the interview. He did, however, talk about another brunette beauty — Kim Kardashian, who he became friends with after posing alongside her for an Elle photo shoot in 2010. "People say she doesn't do anything; she actually does do stuff," Bieber says in defense of the much-maligned reality star. "She works hard." Bieber's had his own share of haters, and he seems to know it. "I mean, I keep my guard up a lot, because you know, you can't trust anyone in this business," he notes. "That's what's sad. You can't trust anybody. I learned the hard way."
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Peggy Sirota/GQWhile statements like that make Bieber sound like a true showbiz veteran, his career has been relatively short. His new album Believe, which comes out June 19, is his third full-length collection of songs, after 2010's My World 2.0 and November's holiday album Under the Mistletoe. However, no one is more approving of the Bieber archives than Bieber himself. "I've never made a bad song," the teen declares. He's so serious about his work, that a producer even says Bieber doesn't get his feelings hurt while recording tracks, he "hurts feelings"!
I write this still exhausted from the assault course that was London Fashion Week. And I do mean assault: the male bouncers at Vivienne Westwood shouted at me, and pushed and grabbed me. Promised a night of ‘dancing and cocktails’ by Stella McCartney, instead I was humiliated in a pen, some several hundred feet above the action.
While committed fur-wearer Anna Wintour was seated on Stella’s right at the six-course dinner, I – an animal rights activist for 30 years, and a huge fan of Stella’s work and ethics (she refuses to use leather) – was given a couple of almonds to chew on, unable to see the clothes. I had to smile at the irony, though, after my scathing review was published and I was couriered a fabulous gift of perfume, shower gel, body lotion and chocolates (vegan, hopefully), and a handwritten note from Stella herself. Was this an apology? Or a bribe so I would play nicely next time?
On Monday, I was called by Sir Philip Green, the boss of Arcadia. He told me he enjoyed my review of London Fashion Week, most particularly of his Topshop show, so much that he had instructed his assistant to bike me the olive greatcoat I’d liked so much.
‘Ooh, goodie,’ I said. But he went on to say that he’d immediately cancelled the order when he reached the last paragraph of my piece, which revealed how, every time Sir Philip sees me at one of his catwalk shows, he asks, without fail: ‘Who let you in?’
Like a trend, you can be in one minute and a snow-washed denim pariah the next.
When I read all the other reviews of the McCartney love-in, I felt as if I was living in a parallel universe. ‘I was in the queue for the loo with Kate Moss!’ gushed one grown woman.
This is an example of why you can never dignify a person who writes about fashion or edits a glossy with the epithet of journalist – and most certainly can never utter their name in the same sentence as that of someone like Marie Colvin, the murdered war reporter.