Jessica Alba doesn't want God to tell her how to dress. If she wants to wear a shirt with a neckline down to her navel, then God can suck it. But she's way too moral to ever show off her stuff on camera. That would be, like, a sin or something.
You know when you wanted to wear that denim mini to Midnight Mass cause it made your ass look hot and you knew your cousin's really cool friend was going to be there and what is church if not a place to meet people with whom you could someday make babies but then your mom saw you trying to sneak it past her by sitting in the back of her Range Rover with a jacket over your lap and she called you a dirty filthy whore and told you to "March right upstairs, young lady, and put on a respectable outfit" cause she wasn't raising no babies if you came home knocked up? Jessica Alba knows exactly how you felt. Alba told Elle magazine why she left her born-again Christian church:
Older men would hit on me and my youth pastor said it was because I was wearing provocative clothing, when I wasn't. It just made me feel like if I was in any way desirable to the opposite sex, that it was my fault, and it made me ashamed of my body and of being a woman.
She also explained to the mag that she turned down nudity in Sin City when given the option.
I don't do nudity. I just don't. Maybe that makes me a bad actress. Maybe I won't get hired in some things. But I have too much anxiety.
This proves that while Jessica has shunned some of her former church's tenets, some have stuck with her and there is only one way to free her from the oppressive binds of her no-nudity clause: She needs to join the church we just invented, The First Church of Our Nude Savior and Her Heavenly Boobies. We believe in the beauty of the female form and worship nudity, especially of the hot, young, firm, on-film variety. Jessica could even nab a spot as one of the deities if she were willing to go full frontal in her next film.
Get a load of Jessica's body (double) at MrSkin.com.
