Because nothing says ‘I’ve got motherhood sorted’ like a thigh-gap.
Here it is:
I think that today, for the first time, I realised what the generation gap is. Of course, over the years, I have realised various things that I don’t have in common with my mother and her friends (hello, life quotes on Facebook).
But I have only just had my “I-don’t-get-it” moment with the younger generation of mums.
It’s taken Hilary Duff to pose in her grundies for me to ask, from a 40-year old mother to a 27-year old one: Why?
You see I have not had (nor can I imagine that I ever will have) any desire to take a selfie in my undies and post it to social media.
Just don’t feel the urge.
There has never been a morning when I have cast aside my torn jammies, raced to my bedroom to look for something clean to throw on for the school run and stopped dead in my tracks as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Not a moment has occurred when I have paused, picked up my iPhone and thought – yeah that’s the goods, let’s snap it and upload it to Facebook or Instagram, surely those knickers were created to be praised on social media.