Lady Gaga’s performance at the Super Bowl sparked yet another debate about women’s bodies. You would think that everyone’s focus would be on the performance itself, her voice, the dance moves, the music, the vibe, how it made us feel – but no.

The world focused on her “belly”.

I am so sick of women’s bodies being a topic of conversation. It seems like everywhere you look these days there is some sort of debate about boobs, tits and flabby tummies.

If a woman breastfeeds in public the conversation immediately becomes about breasts and whether or not it was an ‘indecent exposure’. When a woman gets raped, everyone talks about how short her skirt was and how much leg she was showing. And when a woman has a baby, the main topic of discussion is how much weight she put on and how fast she’s going to lose it.

As if that’s not bad enough, let’s be honest – women’s bodies are used every single day to sell anything from cars, clothes, sunglasses, music, films and alcohol to dreams and hopes of having a better life, of being better versions of ourselves, and of just being – better.

Who knew boobs had so much power, right?

This, as well as shoving down women’s throats the idea that something is wrong with our bodies and how we look, because we are either too thin or too fat, too tall, too short, too hairy, not hairy enough, not pretty enough, or just not… enough, is what makes our bodies the number one subject of conversation, debate, and criticism all around the world, ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

It’s like a machine that feeds on fear, self-doubt and insecurities and no one is safe. You see, I don’t know one woman who loves every single bit of her body. Actually, let me rephrase that – I don’t know one person who loves every single bit of their body, there’s always that one thing we want to change, that one thing that could be better.

Thicker eyebrows, fuller hair, smaller boobs, bigger boobs, better lips, different colour eyes, not having freckles, having a six pack, bigger penis, longer legs, tighter ass, you name it. And I guess that a little bit of insecurity is normal and is just one of those things that make us human, (I mean, you don’t see a chimpanzee self-conscious about the size of her ass right?).

But when it is constantly in our faces, when we are relentlessly reminded, day after day, minute after minute, not just in the movies we watch, the magazines and social media, but also in the bloody conversations people are having not about art, culture, feelings, love and life, but rather about how someone’s “belly” looked – then it really is no wonder why so many women feel like shit, and why little girls are getting the wrong idea about what being a woman is actually all about.

BEING A WOMAN!

Listen up: being a woman is so much more than what we look like. We are so much more than tits and ass, more than our size, our shape, our sex. We are worlds and oceans of wisdom, fun, heart, braveness, sadness, joy, intelligence, sensitivity, resilience, resourcefulness, endurance and so much more.

We make the world go round, WE DO – not money or brands like people may think – women do, with what we build, what we create, with the money we earn, the money we spend, with our influence, our creativity, our passion, with the fact that we make babies for fuck sake, with how we enjoy ourselves and with the endless love we have in our souls.

So forgive me if I don’t want to talk about “bellies”.

I would much rather talk about ‘people’. I would much rather talk about YOU, and what makes you the wonderful woman, mother, person, human being that you are.

Will you join me?