Psychologies

“Perfection does not exist… We all feel we’re not enough and failing”

EVERY WOMAN NEEDS a Giovanna Fletcher in her life – non-judgmental, always with a willing ear and compassionate, wise words to turn negatives into positives.

Most of us don’t personally know the mother of three, vlogger, author and YouTube star, but anyone who has listened to her acclaimed podcast, Happy Mum, Happy Baby, based on her bestselling book of the same name (Hodder & Stoughton, £10.99), feels as if they do. In its seventh series, in just four years the podcast has been downloaded more than 14 million times – and the draw is crystal clear.

Relatable, warm and delightfully honest, Fletcher is also brave. She insists that she is not shy to tackle any topic of motherhood-related conversation and has covered the whole gamut, from the loss of a baby to maternal judgment and our ‘craving for perfection that doesn’t exist’.

Last January, during her coveted interview with Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, Kate, also a mother of three, opened up about ‘mum guilt’ and, for the first time, feeling terrified by post-birth photo calls on the steps of the exclusive Lindo Wing at St Mary’s Hospital in London.

Fletcher’s relaxed, calm manner, whether she’sburgeoned during lockdown.

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