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.
After my awkward London underground moment, I picked up my tote bag, stepped off the train and actually felt more confident than before. Yes, I have a lovely bag and yes, my bag was (is) partly filled with junk. That's life, I'm evolving, ever-changing and on my own individual process of perfection; whatever that is.
While I get where they're coming from - stop trying to starve yourself to look like *insert name of slender popstar*and focus on having a strong, healthy body instead - why do they have to do it by demonising yet another (often healthy, and often genetic) body type? You wouldn't go round calling people fatty, so why is it okay to comment on them being 'skinny'?
Two days before my daughter's first birthday, my to-do list read like this. 1) Cake. 2) Presents. 3) Dig out sagging pre-pregnancy swimming costume and go for a dip in the local pool, the whole thing filmed in close-up with a strategically positioned bright light highlighting every normally-hidden flaw.