A legend, dating back to the 13th century, tells of a woman who supposedly rode naked – covered only in her long blonde hair – through the streets of Coventry, to protest against the oppressive taxation her own husband had imposed on his tenants. She became known as Lady Godiva.
I chose the Lady Godiva theme to gain a remission from the oppressive and destructive beliefs that the female form is not magnificent in its reality. I am 165cm tall. According to my new Kmart underwear, I am a size 12 and the last time I dared step onto a set of scales, it read 60kg.
The boobs I bought in Thailand back in 2013 to fill the socks that flapped on my chest while I was on my hands and knees and the blonde hair I bought from Big Wig, especially for the Godiva theme and to cover my nipples. Because, heaven forbid I expose my nipples.
For most of my life I have been a petite size 8. I did reach a size 14 after the birth of Lola in 2003 and was so miserable I chewed on Fat Blasters for 4 months to disappear back to a size 8. At the beginning of 2015, I broke my ankle and was unable to exercise for 9 months. Again, I ate my way out of my size 8’s and for a long time battled with the way my body looked.
Originally, the Lady Godiva shoot was discussed at a time when I was lean and firm. In my head, that was how I was supposed to look. I had been brainwashed from a very young age, to believe that ‘big’ was not beautiful. If anything, ‘big’ is not healthy. I don’t consider myself ‘big’ and at the same time, I do not conform to what society has deigned to be beautiful. I have a pot belly, rolls and cellulite, which I lovingly refer to as ‘hailstone damage’.