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It had to happen, right? I suppose it is a compulsory step when you are a female blogger. What am I talking about? Well, to cut a long story short, I was asked a couple of months ago to be part of an advertising campaign…for an underwear company. This means that they wanted me to pose, well, in my undies. Yep, you read that right.

Obviously, I was flattered to be considered, especially at my ripe age. But I turned it down. All my male friends told me that I should have accepted, that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that I would have looked great, and so on, and so forth. Suffice to say, they didn’t make me change my mind. I am a bit stubborn like that. And I can’t help thinking that they would have enjoyed the whole process a lot more than me.


Let me be clear here: I am not a prude. It’s just that I don’t want to be ‘the woman who posed in her underwear’. Because once you have got this label, it is a hard one to get rid of. Whatever you achieve in life, you will always be the woman who was photographed almost naked on a billboard. You can speak four languages fluently, have a business and two master degrees, but that’s it, you are the woman who posed in her undies. And don’t get me started about what my children’s school mates and my husband’s colleagues would say.

What can I say? It’s a sexist world out there. It’s not that I don’t like to show a little bit of flesh. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. When it’s nice and warm, I don’t think twice, and I run with shorts and a crop top, or even a sport bra. And as you know, I think that you are never too old to wear a bikini (see here if you are not convinced:


Maybe it is also my French side. I prefer to suggest rather than show (especially when photographed!).

The whole thing made me ponder over what I wanted -and what I didn’t want- from blogging. Sorry to sound like an old fart, but I want to have a voice, not show myself half-naked. This much I know. Even if I don’t mind the odd joke, or nice pics of myself.

Maybe I am a lot more conservative than I thought after all. Or maybe not. I can’t help thinking that I might accept to do it when I am in my eighties? But I don’t think that they would want me to…Such is life, I suppose.