Today, whilst in a shopping centre, I went to relieve ones self in the delightful lavatories. I sat and embarked on a much-needed wee, only to find an advert for a boob job in my face.
We cant even piss in peace without abrasive marketing ploys thrust at us now!
I wondered how many women and girls, CHILDREN even, had used that toilet and looked up at that advert. I wonder how many of them had been shopping and found something was maybe that bit too tight around their belly, or that bit too baggy around their boobs. Not feeling too body confident. Maybe their friends are a bit skinnier. Maybe they saw yet another picture of Kim Kardashian virtually naked on Instagram that morning.
And all these images, all these thoughts, all this opinions and judgments and stereotypes and expectataions all drip, drip, dripping into their minds.
They might feel down, miserable; they've had enough.
Then they see this woman, on the back of the toilet door; she's pretty and smiling and radiant and there's a quote 'I finally feel confident and happy about my body.'
It's solved all the problems in her life, obviously.
The woman looking at that who is still traumatised even years on by her school bullies might remember the name of the clinic to look it up when she gets home.
The teenager might punch the website in her phone in the time it takes her to wee.
The child may look up at it and take note; it may sew a seed so that later in life when she realises her breasts are not as large as the media and society expects them to be, then she'll remember what can solve all her problems.
Today, when I started at that I got mad. I really wanted to enjoy that long wee. I found a pen in my bag but it wouldn't work when I tried to write on it. Of course, they'll have taken precautions for that.
If I could have written over it, I may have written 'all I wanted was a peaceful piss.'
'Go spend the money on a decent therapist instead, love.'