Jay tells Kimberly to let go of the safety net. Kimberly tells us that some girls can be fierce and some can be mysterious, but she's just normal and wants to be a role model to the girls who just have a normal life. The FYNGOA (Fierce Yet Normal Girls Of America) must be really pissed about that comment. Jay says that Kimberly thinks of modeling as a two-dimensional art, and wants to look like a "typical" model. He really pegged that. Jenah, meanwhile, has been climbing since she was twelve or thirteen, and really rocks the shoot. Jay says she gets her body and doesn't self-analyze. See, the dumb girls always have a real advantage. Jay tells Heather to have fun with the shoot, and Matthew is in love with what she's doing. Saleisha says that Heather did amazing, and she's proud of her. Jay tells the girls not to analyze what they're doing on a frame-by-frame basis, and sends them home.
When they get home, there is Tyra Mail. Someone's going hooooooooome! And I know who it iiiiiiiiiiis! Kimberly says that she really wants to stay, and knows if she can stay, she'll learn so much more and put all her effort into it. Well, we can't always get what we want. Heather says that she hates eliminations, because you get close to girls and then have to say goodbye to them. She likes every one of them, probably because she hasn't heard the shit they talk about her when she's not in the room. Or, probably, when she is in the room. Heather tells the others that she has to work on her "walkway." Oh, Heather. Saleisha tells Heather that modeling comes naturally to her and she just doesn't know it. She adds that she takes great pictures and is gorgeous. Heather shyly smiles. Awww. And now, the Bianca quote of the segment; nay, of the episode: "I think Heather is learning a lot in this competition. She's building self-esteem. She's gonna go far, and I'm gonna have to stop her before she gets there." You know, I'm dog-sitting for a friend of mine right now, and one of my charges is a twelve-year old portly blind pug named Guinness. And he's ridiculously cute, but also ridiculously smelly and gross and he drools and snores all the time and makes noises that can best be described as unholy. He is sleeping on me as I write this, and snoring, and undoubtedly drooling in my lap. The best way I could think of to describe him to others is "adorably disgusting." And really, the term might also be fitting for a certain other red-weaved bitch that we're all growing to love, yet be repulsed by. Commercials.