I’m a little bit ashamed to say that I can relate to Kendra Wilkinson. It’s just that we have so much in common – the celebrity lifestyle, pro-athlete husband, Playboy bunny sex appeal, 85-year-old ex-boyfriend…

Ok, I actually have none of that.

But even though Kendra and I are in fact nothing alike, I still had an I feel you girl moment while watching her show (the aptly named Kendra) on E! the other night.

In case you don’t watch (what, you have better things to do?), Kendra’s story is as follows: She met Hugh Hefner while naked at a Playboy mansion event (in my book, body paint does not clothing make), started dating him, moved into the mansion, starred in The Girls Next Door with fellow Hefner girlfriends Holly and Bridget, got famous, met pro football player Hank Baskett, moved out of the mansion, married Hank, got pregnant and had a baby. All before her 25^th birthday, no less.

In last Sunday’s episode of Kendra, we find our heroine feeling a little depressed. She has traded in her Hollywood glamour girl Playboy princess persona for that of a stay-at-home mom living in Indianapolis. And that makes her unhappy? Imagine that.

Yeesh, I feel depressed for her.

Kendra loves her life with Hank and Hank Jr., and while coming up with appropriate and original names for their offspring is not a strength for this couple (an infant named Hank? Really?), they are very happy.

That is, until three hot chicks show up and make Kendra feel ugly.

This is the part where I really started to feel for this girl.

After spending day and night caring for little Hanky Jr. (I like that name better – more infanty, less overweight truck driver-y), Kendra is in desperate need of some girl time, so she invites her three Playboy bunny friends Brittany, Tiffany, and another girl whose name was probably something like Crystal, to come and hang with her in Indy.

Poor Kendra. After being away from them for so long, it seems she forgot how ridiculously hot her friends are. As a recently pregnant woman who has not yet gotten back to her pre-baby Playboy body (and perhaps never will), she starts to feel super insecure, self-conscious, and all-around unsexy.

I can’t say I blame her. I’m sure I would feel that way too. Getting pregnant is like murdering your figure. And to make myself sound super-shallow – I’m not yet totally convinced it’s worth the sacrifice.

Right now, I work out and try not to eat too much crap so that I can look and feel good. I’m in shape and very happy with my body and I don’t know how I’ll deal with losing that.

If someone like Kendra, who looked amazing before she got pregnant, still has to deal with body issues and feeling unattractive post-pregnancy, then I’m pretty sure that I will too. I’m not one of those people who can say “Yeah, I lost my figure, got some stretch marks, and saggy boobs, but that’s ok. It was worth it.” I’m just not. It’s going to be depressing.

Based on the previews for future episodes, it does appear that Kendra gets a personal trainer and her old body back, or pretty close to it. So I guess there’s hope. It’s just scary for lazy people like me to think that most moms have to work really hard to get their stretched-out, abused bodies back into shape and there’s the distinct possibility that your old body may be gone forever.

That being said, it was sort of refreshing to see that even beautiful celebrities have issues like this. Hopefully if I ever go through this experience, I’ll have friends who are in the same boat and not running around looking all hot and posing for Playboy.

And there you have it: a life lesson learned from E! (or at least a relatable moment). I’m actually considering turning this into a little blog series. I’m not ashamed to admit (ok, yes I am) that I have gleaned a few very small bits of wisdom from shows like The Kardashians and Giuliana & Bill. Ok fine, they’re by no means PBS, but every now and then a random poignant moment appears like a diamond in the rough. A needle in a haystack, if you will.

And did you see Kourtney Kardashian giving birth to her son and basically pulling him out of herself…herself?!?!? Good God, I could write a whole blog post on that, but I’ll abstain – for your sake.