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April 2, 2019 by Molly Leave a Comment

Hello and welcome! I'm Molly Forbes - podcaster, presenter and blogger with a passion for positivity, confidence and body image chat. Regularly writing and vlogging about empowering female issues from a motherhood angle, I also cover lifestyle and fashion topics for like-minded mums who want to rediscover themselves after having children. Thanks for stopping by! Read More…

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This one is dedicated to the Insta police 😂🥂

This one is dedicated to the Insta police 😂🥂 HAPPY FRIDAY GANG! #SexyAndIKnowIt

My last post got removed by Instagram for “going

My last post got removed by Instagram for “going against community guidelines” even though all you could see of my body was my tummy. No nipple, just skin. So I’m posting the same caption here, fully clothed, because the words are important. Let’s try again then...
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Cute story: the other morning Effie (age 5) was walking downstairs and her tummy started rumbling. She stopped and said, “My body’s telling me I’m hungry! My body’s so clever!” then she gave herself a hug standing right there on the stairs and said “Thank you body for telling me I’m hungry!” And I basically melted into a puddle of tears right there. I promise I did not pay her to say it 😂
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I wonder how long she’ll feel so beautifully connected with her body and her appetite. I hope for forever, but I know the society she lives in will try its hardest to sever that connection.
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I want my kids to know they are ALWAYS more than a body. But the ideals that tell us that one type of body is better than another - be it for “health” or “beauty” reasons - make this bloody hard. The messages are EVERYWHERE, and not just on TV or in magazines, but sometimes in the doctor’s office and at school too.
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These messages make children (and adults) question their body and themselves. They stop us all being connected with our body and living a full, happy life. They jab us like a pointy stick in the ribs, constantly reminding us to doubt ourselves and our worth, and to distrust our body. We need change, but as someone who works in this space it often feels like we’re going backwards.
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The Women & Equalities Commission has launched a new inquiry into body image. Changing the Perfect Picture aims to look at how body image impacts different people, and what changes need to be made in the UK to address the issue (I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear I told them I have a few ideas 😂). They’re asking people to complete a survey to help them collect evidence. I’ve included the link to the survey in my Stories ❤️

BOOBS. When I was little (like, 12 or something) m

BOOBS. When I was little (like, 12 or something) my nickname at school was “Little Man” because I had undeveloped breasts and short hair. That was around about the time I started growing my hair out and saving up all my pocket money for a Wonderbra in the hope people at school would leave me alone.
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I’ve lost many moments of comfort to uncomfortable underwear. Ironically even when I no longer felt the need to make my boobs look bigger I still invested in padded bras to hide the shape of my nipples poking through a T’shirt. That was sparked when a random man in a pub joked I had “coat hanger nipples” - it was the one time I wore a halterneck top without a bra on a night out, which I never did again.
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It’s now been 5 years since I last wore an underwired bra and many days I don’t wear any bra at all. These boobs are mine, and only I get to judge them. They’ve fed two babies - one for three years. They’re just a part of my body, and my body is allowed to live in comfort without bits of metal or tight elastic digging into my tender skin. My body does not need to be confined by shapewear or push-up bras just because society says that to be valued / attractive / sexy / acceptable it needs to look a certain way. It’s MY body. And only I get to decide what to do with it. And today and many other days, that means no bra ⚡️ #BodyHappyMum #LoveMeLoveMyBody #BodyImage

The text shared in this image is from an article I

The text shared in this image is from an article I read in The Metro last week and haven’t stopped thinking about ever since. Please take a minute to read this post and do the things at the bottom of this caption. Thank you ❤️
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Osime Brown, who is 21 years old and autistic, is currently serving a five year prison sentence for the theft of a mobile phone - even when witnesses said he’d asked the other teenagers he was with to stop the robbery.
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Osime has been issued deportation orders, despite having no family in Jamaica and not living there since he was four years old. When he was issued with the deportation order he asked his mum if he’d be able to get a bus from Jamaica back to Dudley, where she lives.
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Please follow @justiceforosimebrown and help support Osime’s appeal by sharing his story, signing the petition and, if you can, donate to the GoFundMe. These are all linked in The Metro article too and also in my Stories. Thank you for being here and thank you for reading. #justiceforosimebrown

On Friday I shared a post about filters. I’m res

On Friday I shared a post about filters. I’m resharing this post again now with a different photo, but I want to first explain WHY I took Friday’s post down. In the photo my daughter was not wearing a top. Someone messaged saying it concerned them. I feel strongly that children (particularly girls) are told early on to hide their body and their body’s are sexualised from an early age - even school uniforms tend to be about making girls’ bodies acceptable when we should be teaching boys that girls bodies don’t exist as ornaments. No body should ever be policed. This is why I didn’t think twice about sharing the photo, because my daughter is 5 and it was an innocent photo showing a fun moment. HOWEVER, there is something to be said for consent, and my daughter is not old enough to explicitly give her consent for that photo to be shared (there’s something to be said about this in general tbh - I always ask both my kids before I share photos of them, but I might rethink having photos of them on here completely in the future... the jury is out.) So now that’s clear, here’s the original caption from Friday’s post:
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In 2018 scientists coined a new illness called Snapchat Dysmorphia after cosmetic surgeons reported a rise in the number of people asking to be turned into the digitally filtered version of themselves.
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We live in an age where kids aren’t just comparing themselves to the photoshopped images of celebs in magazines, they also need to live up to the digitally altered versions of their best mates.
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Even Zoom has a beauty filter. When we should be chatting to our mates or sharing ideas on a work call we’re being encouraged to airbrush our face lest anyone sees what it *really* looks like.
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But newsflash! Skin has pores and lines and spots - and that’s OK! I want my kids to know this, which is why I’m supporting @sashalouisepallari #FILTERDROP call to action to share an unfiltered selfie. We need to normalise the unfiltered. ❤️

I flipped out at my family today. Shouted a bit, t

I flipped out at my family today. Shouted a bit, then stormed out the house and stomped down the road crying big snotty tears. They hadn’t done anything particularly, just failed to be in tune to my rising internal stress pressure cooker and asked me for a biscuit / where the kitchen scissors are / how to log onto Zoom at the exact moment I was trying to simultaneously craft an important email and finish writing a sentence on something else that had been alluding me all day. My brain is full. I snapped. And I felt bad.
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Instead of beating myself up about it I took myself off for a walk. Reminded myself that homeschooling full time and working full time and mothering full time is basically an impossible job. And decided to give myself a break.
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Self-compassion doesn’t come easy for me. It’s one of the things I’m working on. I have a habit of obsessing over things I haven’t done as well as I should and often setting myself impossibly high standards. Since lockdown it’s been worse, as I’ve found my brain has done this thing of thinking and overthinking interactions from years gone by, often at 3am, when it really needs to be having a rest and preparing for the Groundhog Day ahead.
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One thing I’ve managed not to do this whole lockdown though is be mean to my body. Instead of pulling at it in the mirror or trying to force it into clothes that feel too tight, or denying its hunger cues, I’ve dressed it in joyful, bright, soft, comfy things. I’ve soaked it in sweet smelling bubbles. I’ve nourished it with delicious food. In days gone by this would not have been the case. So while today was challenging, and self-compassion doesn’t come easy, maybe I’ve learned and grown more over the past few years than my 3am brain gives me credit for. Maybe.
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