I did used to really like Anna, but the book thing has pissed me off.
She curated a whole feed around being a down-to-earth, busy mum, running a house with three kids while her husband works away during the week. Relatable! I'm just like you! Blah blah blah.
Turns out the whole fucking time she was writing a book! She definitely didn't do that without massive amounts of behind the scenes help. Why couldn't she just be honest? I thought she was being real with us, when in truth she's been upstairs writing from 9-3 while the nanny was looking after the kids and whipping the hoover round. Not as relatable is it?
The way she announced it was like: 'oh I just knocked out a book in between cooking chicken nuggets and doing the night feeds'. It's a lie. And it's lies like that which make women feel inadequate.
'If she managed to write a book while single-handedly looking after three pre-schoolers during the week, why can't I? I can just about manage to blow dry my hair in the morning and remember which day to put the bins out. Why am I so crap? I feel a failure.'
Because it's bollocks.
We could all churn out 300 pages of mediocre mum-lit if we had six uninterrupted hours to ourselves every day.