I’m a published professional lingerie model, appearing in magazines across the world since the age of eighteen, and after being a single parent to my two children I feel pretty good for working out hard to shift my baby weight, maintaining a healthy lifestyle and positive outlook on life. I encourage others to feel confident in their own skin, to accept what they see as their flaws and learn to love and live with them. I provide kindness, support and help to others struggling with their diet, fitness and body image, because these are all issues that I too as a woman have faced.
I am not perfect, I was bullied my entire childhood for being ugly, and after my breasts didn’t form properly, my self-funded private surgery in Harley Street London at the age of eighteen left me with PIP implants that collapsed in my chest, having three life saving surgeries to remove, encapsulate and reconstruct me. So you could say I’ve had my fair share of spanners in the works, I’ve overcome each and every one of them and grown stronger because of it. I have men and women writing to me at their lowest point in life, telling me how unhappy they are with their bodies, how miserable their lives are and how they see no way out but to end it all. I never ask to know who or where these people are, but I am always there for them no matter what, because I hope, if God forbid, I found myself in such a position one day that somebody would be there for me. Whether it’s a voice at the end of the phone, a response in an email or message at 2am to know that somebody cares. My inbox has at the best of times a few thousand letters, and I reply to each and every one of them personally, never turning anyone away and always with a kind and unbiased ear and heart.
But it seems that despite the copious amounts of charities that I have raised awareness and funds for, complied marketing campaigns, stood holding buckets in the street, singing carols at Christmas and helping out in hospices as well as donating to food banks and cycling events, for the children, cancer patients and disabled, some people still feel the need to treat me with what I see as bullying behaviour simply because of how I look. So I was bullied for being ugly as an adolescent, and now bullied for not being so ugly as an adult?
After having my two babies I gained and lost eight stones of pregnancy weight, I have stretchmarks, my chest has been rebuilt and I haven’t slept properly in years. I don’t claim to be the most attractive or perfect woman on the planet, I embrace what I have and since finding myself at the end of a long term relationship I have learnt to accept my body for what it is. Yes I model in lingerie, and yes I’ve posted pictures online in a bikini because guess what, I’m 26yrs old and I’m just like any other girl. Would my lingerie and swimwear pictures have been reported if I didn’t look the way that I do? If I was three stone overweight, had a giant mole on my chest? Hairy arms? Stretchmarks on my bust? My breasts smaller or underdeveloped? Or if I was stood in a picture with thirty other girls dressed the same? My newsfeed has been filled with girls in bikinis on holiday, smiling, pouting and bending over suggestively all summer as they soak up the sun and shake what their mothers gave them, and I say good for them for having body confidence. I however do this for commercial media purposes, for Wonderbra and Zoo Magazine, not a holiday snap or selfie.
I’m not airbrushed, I’m not up my own arse, and my Facebook profile is set to private with only adults allowed to view my page simply because kids post game requests 24/7 and it’s annoying. I don’t post porn, I don’t post naked pictures and I hate those cruelty to animal video clips going around. I simply use my Facebook account like any other girl, apart from the fact that I’m on television, in magazines and model. So why do my pictures get reported? And who do you think reports them anonymously from my ‘friends list’?
I have posted statuses to remind the offended person that they have chosen to follow me, they sent me a friend request and wait until 3am to leaf through my profiles, days, weeks and even months back in order to find pictures to report as ‘nudity’. Sometimes they report several at a time, at silly o’clock in the morning, and they even reported my chihuahua Joey for laying on his back whilst sleeping on the sofa. I have reminded them that if they don’t like what they see, which is exactly what everybody else on my timeline posts and shares of themselves, then they can simply unfriend me and not look, but they haven’t. They continue to follow and report me at every given opportunity, and each time Facebook ignores them.
‘nudity, noun: the state or fact of being naked. “scenes of full-frontal nudity”
synonyms: nakedness, bareness, state of undress, undress; déshabillé; informalone’s birthday suit’
So please share with me your opinion on this, is underwear modelling nudity? Should girls in bikinis be allowed on Facebook? And should online stalking like this be classed as bullying which Facebook should be held accountable for and remove or block the constantly reporting party? Please share this post, my image and message and let’s start a debate.
I believe we should promote love, peace and happiness. For every man and woman to love their bodies no matter their size, age or background. You only get one life on this beautiful earth, and sadly youth is short lived, so make the most of what you have whilst you still have it. Nobody is perfect but we can love our imperfections.
My opinion as the receptor of this harassing and trolling behaviour on my private account is that this is bullying, hate and deliberate anti-social behaviour for which Facebook should be held accountable for allowing this to continue. This person has repeatedly gone out of their way to look through hundreds of my pictures from months back in order to cause as much trouble for me as possible in the hope of having my profile deleted for inappropriate use. I think it is spiteful, vindictive and unkind and I would never treat another in this way. I chose to photograph my breasts in a bikini with the words “New D Titties” written in pen to represent “nudity”. My breasts aren’t actually a D cup, they’re a 30FF, and after four private surgeries costing a total of £15,000 I believe that I have the right like any other female to wear a bikini and share my pictures online. Whether you are small or big busted, natural or fake, recovering or surviving from breast cancer or having a sex change it doesn’t make any difference at all, your body is your body, and you shouldn’t be afraid to live your own life like everyone else.
UPDATE: 13/01/14 Facebook Ruling
So it seems my favourite stalker reported literally every single photo I have ever posted to my profile over the space of a few weeks and my news feed was filled with little red report signs. This made me chuckle at how long that must have taken them, and then I wondered what Facebook would do or say to me. Normally my pictures being reported are ignored and I hear nothing back, with them all being left up in place. This time I had an answer back on them all in a Facebook notification which cleared me of not being naked in any of my photos, as funnily enough I happened to be wearing clothes in each picture! Wow, that’s a relief because I would have been understanding nudity completely wrong my entire life if they’d have said otherwise.
So I am free to continue wearing clothes, which pleases me greatly, and I gave Facebook a few words of advice to help with trolling in the future: “I have a private profile, if people who choose to request and follow me then report my pictures please remove them from my friends. I do not wish to be subject to such harassing and unkind behaviour and I hope that Facebook will assist in preventing this. Thank you.” I also had somebody create a fake profile using with my name and pictures which was strange as my face came up in my recommended friends list, but Facebook soon put an end to that. Rock on!
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Really liked the post!
Bye from Italy 🙂
Haters gonna hate, just do whatever make you happy