Self objectification is looking at oneself with a view to answering the question: “Would I fuck me?”. We don’t necessarily clock ourselves doing this, but sadly, the vast majority of us exist as if a pair of critical eyes float beside us, constantly judging our fuckability on the way to the corner shop, to work, to school and even in our own homes.

My mum taught me how to hate my body.

Not intentionally, of course, she is none other than the best, most loving mum in the universe, but, nevertheless, through her own body dissatisfaction, I learnt what I should hate about mine.