We've been subliminally taught to hate so many things about ourselves it's sickening. Unless we fit into a very narrow mould of what we're "supposed" to look like, we feel this unrelenting need to apologise for it. Why? What would happen if we gave it all a defiant middle finger and stopped buying into these constructed norms of what's beautiful?
Now I don't knock Denise's weight loss. The fact that she is feeling better than she has in ages is great - but the truth is Lighter Life is possibly one of the most extreme diets out there. A meal replacement diet, that substitutes food for powdered potions at highly inflated prices is no sensible way to make lifestyle alterations.
I beg you. Don't buy the mags with the fat shaming on the front, don't click the link with Kim K's rear on it (seriously, she is tiny in real life) and don't buy a size smaller then you are in embarrassment at what the till people will think of your actual size (just me?). The sooner we stop, the sooner we all smile a bit more, and nothing is more beautiful than that.
This hoax may purport to play on our collective gullibility and Twitter-trigger happiness, but it actually plays straight into the mental vulnerability of our society's young women, who are already overly bombarded by images of hollow cheekbones, washboard stomachs and thighs that don't meet. It is hardly newsworthy that this hoax had us collectively fooled.
Are my clothes shrinking in the wash or what? Following non-stop dinner and cocktail parties over the Christmas/New Year period - with over-indulgence in food and drink and little rest - the evidence is now on display. A bulge at the waistline, skin filling out in the wrong places, extra layers added to chin and thighs.
This is indeed a powerful lesson as we reflect how many people willingly head towards pain and suffering to avoid boredom. They will eat too much, get drunk, take drugs, behave violently or abusively, in fact indulge any impulse-no matter how self-destructive-to avoid or alleviate the emptiness of boredom.