Rachael Finch is donned in a grey activewear singlet over a strappy sports bra. Her hair is pulled high into an effortless bun.
“Say happy Friday!” she coos to her four-year-old daughter, Violet, who’s wearing an adorable pink frilly long-sleeved top.
The mother-daughter duo is making “purple pig smoothies” – Violet’s favourite – for breakfast, and sharing the recipe with Finch’s 139,000 Facebook followers. The kitchen behind them is white and glossy and immaculate.
The five-minute long video shows the adorable little girl squeal with delight over the concoction of spinach, bananas, frozen berries, coconut milk, cinnamon, and almond spread. As the smoothie blends in the background Finch, 29, dances with her daughter.
This vision of a typical family morning is enough to make you bubble with envy. Indeed, you could hate Finch out of nothing more than pure hot jealousy, but there’s just something so damn likeable about the woman who first commanded our attention when she was named Miss Universe Australia in 2009.
As much as the purity of Finch’s life makes ours look muddy by comparison, it’s innately wholesome.
“Oh Violet is beautiful,” fans write in adoration as the BODByFinch founder pours purple liquid into a cup from which Violet drinks in big, thirsty sips. Meanwhile, many more women over on Finch’s Instagram page ponder one of life’s biggest, most difficult questions: