Before I even start trying to write this post I feel I need a bit of a disclaimer to say that the term influencer in relation to the job that I do and the role that I play online is not a label I’m comfortable with. I will always be a blogger. I don’t do this job to influence people but I do appreciate that bloggers have influence – as do so many people across social media – hence the name we have been given.
For years the media have drummed into us the need for a summer body. Adverts on the TV, in newspapers, in shops and more recently online have all urged us to get bikini ready and to make sure we have the best summer body to get ready for the season of sunshine and beach holidays.
The other day I posted on my Facebook page about vibrators being on sale in Poundland. I thought it was wrong for them to be prominently on display in the Valentines section, surrounded by cuddly toys and fluffy pillows. I know that if LP or Little Man saw a Bunny Vibrator they would read the box and ask what it was. I’m all for saying it’s a toy for grown ups but, I’d rather a shop didn’t put me in that position in the first place.
One morning I was getting ready for the day when LP walked into my room. I was wearing trousers and a vest top, sitting on my bed and trying to do my hair. She looked at me for a moment and said:
LP came home from school the other day and said that some of her classmates were being mean. They’d said that Father Christmas didn’t exist.
LP was upset. Not upset because Christmas had been ruined forever more but upset because she didn’t know why they were being so mean. She said they were lying and that she definitely believes in Father Christmas, after all, he eats the mince pie she leaves out every Christmas Eve and when she wakes up on Christmas morning there are presents left for her under the tree.
I’ve had ginger hair for nearly 34 years and it took me a while to be comfortable with my hair colour. I had to grow into it, get to know it and appreciate it for what is was – a pretty big part of being me.