For a pretty switched on society, there are so many stigmas surrounding so many different things. I’m sure I am just as guilty of it as the person next to me, but I try so hard to put myself in other people’s shoes and understand what life must be like from their perspective.

The five of you that read my blog posts (though my mum probably just reads them twice so it’s actually about three people) will  know that I have an issue with my weight and the fact that I’ve basically got too much of. Recently, someone told me to “do something about it” and it made me fucking livid.

All too often our answer is “do something about it”. A response that is just fucking narrow minded and, to be honest, ignorant.

“If you’re sad, just do something about it.”

“If you’ve got no money, just do something about it.”

“If you’re kids are playing you up and stressing you out, just do something about it.”

Well, how’s about fuck off?! That can be the first thing I do about it. Tell you to get off your high fucking horse and suck my lady balls.

We’re all entitled to moan and vocalise our unhappiness – no matter what it’s about. That doesn’t mean we’re looking for a solution. And anyway, if we are looking for a solution “do something about it” isn’t one!!!

Belittling someone else’s issue isn’t a nice thing to do. If they’re opening up and talking about it to you, then be supportive. If you want to help and suggest solutions, then make them actual solutions!

Example one: Me: “I’m such a fat fuck. Need to lose some serious pounds”

Supportive friend: “Personally I think you’re a goddess and want to worship at your chubby ankles, but maybe we can stop having larger when we go to the pub. Let’s have wine instead and then dance on the kitchen table to burn it off.”

Example two: Me: “The beans are driving me wild! They’re winging at me from the minute I pick them up. Nursery says they’ve had a lush day full of laughter but the minute they’re in the car they just go tits. I’m such a bad mum, leaving them all day. No wonder they hate me.”

Supportive friend: “Don’t be a prick. They know what your insides look like and have smelt your crusty milk stained nipples but they still want to cuddle you. The sassy little fuckers love you. Let’s go to the pub for a pint.”

I guess it goes make to the little pearl of wisdom our parents gave us when we were small: If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. Or something like that.

Our issues and problems are our own. They mean something too us and it’s likely they haunt us and hang over every decision we make. If your friend, family member, partner or colleague moans about their issues, don’t be a useless twat and tell them to “do something about it”.