Like it or loathe it, celebrity culture has a massive impact on our everyday lives.
Personally I loathe it.
When the likes of Victoria Beckham, or Gwyneth Paltrow, or Angelina Jolie appear perfectly groomed and squeezed into a pair of uber skinny jeans mere weeks after giving birth, us mums can’t help but feel a little peeved.
Sure we all know it’s totally ridiculous and that those women who appear in glossy magazines a matter of weeks after giving birth claiming that breastfeeding or motherhood or some other mystical force that was never bestowed on us mere mortals has magically made them shed every ounce of baby weight, are well, they are lying.
Nothing to do with the $500 an hour personal trainer whipping their ass into shape.
We all know that. And yet we still kick ourselves and berate ourselves that we should be able to do it too.
I’m sure I could look like I’d just stepped off the pages of Hello magazine if I had a lipo surgeon on speed dial, a personal chef and my own in-house spray tan booth.
And it’s not just the new mums with a baby belly to shed who have been setting this frightening trend.
Shockingly, it seems you cannot be a rising star these days unless you shed every ounce of fat and – more shockingly – become ‘talk about’ thin. Sometimes skeletal, unhealthily thin.
It seems the old saying: “You can never be too rich, or too skinny” is the mantra of many these days.
I hate it.
I’m curvy, I like being curvy. I think the world is a better place for having women of all shapes and sizes: one size does not fit all.
Sure I’d like to lose some poundage, but I don’t want to lose ‘me’.
The UK’s current on/off media darling Cheryl Cole has been bleating about how she needs to lose weight to ‘make’ it in America. Lose weight? Seriously?
Famously, an agent told aspiring actress Jennifer Aniston to shed 30lb or she wouldn’t amount to anything, which she did and landed the part of Rachel in Friends.
And don’t even get me started on the car crash that is the UK’s bevy of Z-list slebs.
What message does this send to women everywhere?
Sure, I want to be slimmer, but I don’t want my collarbones to show.
Does this mean I’m never going to get anywhere in life? Does this make me a failure because I carry a bit of meat on my bones?
All these too-skinny-for-their-own-good celebrities are wearing a bit thin now (sorry!).
The tyranny of thinness has gone too far.
I know some of them don’t intend to look like a bag of bones. That their lives are stressful and that it can take it’s toll on their diet.
But when they are held up as shining examples of womanhood it doesn’t look good.
Am I over reacting or are we being subjected to an unhealthy picture of perfection?
And what about the young girls for whom these women are role models?
What about my little girl growing up in a world where size 14 is considered ‘hefty’ in our glorious media?