Are you familiar with the term ‘thigh gap’? Do you know what or where it is? Or as in my case, where it should be?

Well allow me to enlighten you – the thigh gap or lack there of, is “the measured space between your inner thighs when you stand with your feet together”. It kinda sounds like its the measured width of your vagina if you ask me, but then I am very old and unfashionable so pay no mind.

Anyway this is really important because the whole World has gone fucking mental and somewhere between having a large arse, a teeny-tiny waist, a fat lip and no eyebrows, we’ve now got to get out a ruler and make sure we have a size-able vagina gap above our knees.

Sexy, ain’t it?

Kinda like Rickets.

Pass me a burger. I just can’t be bothered with this crap.

It’s reasons like this that I’m glad to be approaching thirty and not twenty. I think nonsense like this would have really affected me as a teenager and young adult. Ten years ago all I had to worry about was not over doing my boho-chic and crossing over into tie-dye hippy territory. If I layered my tank tops correctly, listened to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and drank Malibu and coke I was golden – nothing like how it must be now.

Everywhere I go, everywhere you look its image after image of women photo shopped and filtered. We are literally raising a generation who will spend their youth trying to achieve what they never can – because none of what they are striving for is really real.

Yes I am fat if you’re wondering. 

Well I prefer the term ‘marginally overweight’ – but then of course I do – I’m fat.

But this isn’t a post about being fat or being thin. It’s not even a post about being fat but happy and giving the finger to anyone who judges you.

This is a post about society’s perception of the female form.

“Don’t believe everything you see.”

Is a phrase I think teenagers and young adults should be made to repeat every morning before they look at their phones or tablets. I think its something Mothers should remind themselves of constantly and stop taking celebrity mummys as a standard.

Remember, all these filtered/photo-shopped images are deliberately branded and geared towards selling you a product. Whether that be a literal commodity such as perfume or the product that is an individual and their brand.

You too can be this beautiful/ happy/ popular, if you just buy this shit I’m peddling.

All I’m saying is take all these heavily edited images with a pinch of salt, a shot of Tequila and a mother fucking blow torch.


Thigh Gap Crap

10 thoughts on “Thigh Gap Crap

  • August 2, 2016 at 6:28 pm

    There’s nothing sexy about a thigh gap. I have one and I hate it. I look like a fucking sparrow in a pair of leggings. Good for you not giving a shit about this stupid “trend”!

  • August 2, 2016 at 6:52 pm

    Oh Sarah. I know from the thigh gap and one of the millions of things that the Mrs. and I want for our girls is to never know from that. From all the crazed body image bullshit and eating disorders. We are trying every way we know how to build the confidence and self esteem with celebrations of who they are, not what they look like. Thanks for getting this post out there! It’s important. M’wah!

  • August 2, 2016 at 7:48 pm

    The new in thing you would be starving to get it 😂 becoming a mother is the best thing I’ve done for my self confidence now I say well I don’t have time for all that shit!!! Eyebrows, Botox, make-up its face wash and a shop bought hair dye 🙋🏻 can’t be bothered

  • August 3, 2016 at 11:50 am

    Yes, yes, yes and more yes, oh and a too bloody right as well! I’m off to get a burger now x

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  • August 11, 2016 at 2:34 pm

    Oh the thigh Gap!! My thighs have chaffed for years and drives me mad in the summer – problem I have is that i’m too lazy to go up the gym and I love cake and wine. I simply give up! Love this – fab post x

  • September 1, 2016 at 6:02 pm

    I’ve never spoken about any of this on my blog, but I used to be obsessed with the thigh gap, and well, my weight in general! Absolutely obsessed. Three years ago when I was 18, I starved myself for months/years, lost 60lbs and still hated my body afterwards to the point where I was severely underweight and unhappy. I had fell into a deep hole, and luckily met my other half who pulled me out of it, because I can’t imagine where I would be, if I even would’ve been anywhere, now.

    I was a bit Tumblr obsessed which I believe was the main cause of my eating disorder. Thinspiration is satans best friend. Honestly. Never search for it, because if I ever see anything like that it makes me feel nauseous now.

    Now I am a mother I can’t believe I even thought anything of the sort. I’m now 5 stone heavier than I was back then, and I am happy, and I don’t really care because I love rose wine and pizza too much.

    Thank you so much for this, it made me remember and realise how stupid I used to be.



  • November 20, 2016 at 1:03 pm

    Love this! I couldn’t give a crap either. I worry for our kids growing up in a world that pushes commodities and pressures girls to look a certain way.

  • December 30, 2016 at 1:14 pm

    As a woman over thirty, I remember models in my day were labeled heroin chic!! Seems things haven’t changed much.


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