We agree that no one forces a model to pursue their chosen career. However we would argue that sometimes the pressure to achieve in that career could lead to negative health implications. Given models are often young it would seem sensible that the vulnerable be protected. How they are protected is now the subject of debate.
The influence that seeing thin models on the catwalk has on young, impressionable girls of is undoubtedly an important one and in many cases does need to be addressed. But monitoring BMIs, as this legislation proposes, is not the solution. This is an issue that goes far deeper than numbers.
We need to adopt a more positive outlook on how we feel about ourselves and about what we say to others. My challenge to you - tying in with 'The Modern Man-ual' research - is to check out a few of your friends' photos, let them know they are looking good and start spreading the #Ladmiration. You can help us too, ladies!
Women who don't fall within the 'accepted body image' need to recognise that skinny women, as well as fat women, muscular women, thin women, curvy women - ALL women - are all privy to body images issues.
Society and media put a lot of pressure on people to look a certain way, not just to weigh a certain amount, fit into a certain size and wear all the latest trends, the pressure is so deep rooted it affects all aspects of our lives, including how we treat our skin.
Magazines use photoshop and alter images to maintain a quintessential goal for men and women to adhere to, but those who are represented in the media have a luxury that is out of reach to the rest of us.
I was 15 when I was scouted to "model" for an American fashion brand (I'll give you a hint, it's the one with the topless models that reeks of overpriced aftershave). A size six and weighing in at just over 50kgs, I also had early-stage bulimia.
The media is saturated with ripped, hunky men. And this is a bloody shame, because in reality, the life where us mere mortals exist, there are many male body types. All of which are individual and beautiful. And I think that's something we all sometimes forget.
As the owner of a womenswear brand one of the most important decisions I have to make is the choice of model for our marketing campaigns. Aside from the ethics of our brand, as a woman, I am forever conscious of not wanting to present unrealistic body images.
So accustomed are we to talking about ourselves with a razor-sharp tongue that we forget to spare a kind word every now and again. When we speak negatively about ourselves we are only perpetuating an already toxic culture and advocating the negative sense of self that so many of us have come to learn.
For all you mums out there who are sick of being bombarded with pics of flawless and toned celebrity mums just a few weeks after giving birth. And for all you mums sick of all the post baby workout videos hosted by instructors who look too small to do push ups let alone push a baby out of their body, then this is for you!
I have always been 'blessed' with a leading lady rack and I love them dearly as we all should with whatever we've been served, but let me tell you, they also come with issues that only women with bigger boobs understand.
What can we do as individuals to help improve the self-esteem of those around us? If you see someone or know of someone who is suffering with low self-esteem, here are some things that you can do to help them realise their worth.
We've got to change the beliefs in our heads because they are hurting all of us - men, women and children. Women are not weak. Having feelings is not weak. Being tough is not strong. Using a nail file is perfectly manly, if that is the expression of the man that you are.
Since I was 16 I have, on a daily basis, felt overwhelmed by the media and tabloids' sensational body shaming, so much so that such humiliating headlines are sadly accepted as the norm! Until now - it seems - judging by the furious responses from the public on social media.
Someone that I grew up with recently unearthed a photo of me at 11 years old as she was packing to move, and when she shared it with me, my heart stopped. It stopped because I remembered. I remember how it felt to be the fat friend.