My daughter Millie and I love the same song at the moment — we call it ‘The Bottom Song’.

It’s more commonly known as All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor.

It got its affectionate nickname after I was singing it loudly when it came on the radio in the car. Of all the words in the song Millie could have asked me the meaning of, like ‘bitches’ and ‘shit’ — yes, I’m not the parent of the year for not turning it down — she asked me what a ‘booty’ was!

I’m pretty sure I never had to ask my mother the meaning of ‘booty’. In ye olden days of the ’80s, that word simply didn’t exist! So I just told her what it was; I told her it was a lady’s bottom…

Now whenever we get in the car, she asks me to play the bottom song.

Despite the unladylike words in the song, I’m happy to play it for her because I want her to hear the message of the song. If you have heard it, you will know what I mean. It’s all about accepting your size, and there is one line in the song I applaud.

I see the magazines working that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
Come on now, make it stop

The irony of me loving the message of that song is that at the moment, my heavily Photoshopped face is plastered all over a few Gold Coast buses, so I won’t get on my high horse. But I did want to share part of a very interesting interview I had with pop star Ricki-Lee, who is about to put her best foot forward on Dancing with the Stars.

The day I interviewed her, the latest mags were out, and I’d read an article on her that was written as if she had been interviewed. I found out very quickly that she hadn’t.

Firstly, congratulations! You’re on Dancing with the Stars!

Thank you very much, but I feel like a grandma right now! My body is a mess and I’m on my way to rehearsal.

I think you could win this, because you’re already a great dancer.

The dancing that I’ve done isn’t ballroom dancing, and I thought I was going to have a bit of an advantage but it’s actually like learning Japanese when you know French. It’s a whole other world that I have no concept of, and your body is moving in ways that are completely unnatural, so I feel really uncoordinated. I’m a psycho control freak, a fine-tuning perfectionist, so I don’t like being bad at things. We’re rehearsing six hours a day but it is so much fun.

A gossip magazine landed on my desk this week and there’s a lovely article about you in it, have you seen it?

No, this is a surprise — am I pregnant?

It says here: “’I love my new body!’ She’s ditched the diet and Ricki Lee is looking better than ever.” It’s basically a passive aggressive, nice way of saying…

What? That I’ve gained weight?

Yes, it is!

Wow, that’s amazing. A month ago they were saying I went to the other extreme and was anorexic. I can’t win! You know, I have a couple of cheeseburgers when it’s that time of the month, what can you do?

Have you ever met any of the people that write this stuff about you?

No, I think they’re faceless humans.

They’ve written it as if you’ve done the interview, saying “I come from a family of tall curvy women, I developed in my body and my shape far earlier so from a young age I accepted it. For breakfast I eat half an orange and half an apple…”

OK, those quotes would be from an interview I did about five years ago! And girlfriend, for breakfast I eat about four Weet-bix and go back for seconds because I can’t help myself.

So this would have to be the downside of your job.

I mean, it’s funny when people bring it to me like it’s fact and it’s real. I get phone calls from my Aunty or my Mum saying they’ve found out things in a woman’s magazine and most of the time it’s complete rubbish or the quotes are recycled from a long time ago. But it is interesting, and at least they’re not saying I’m pregnant, because that’d be awkward.

Look, I know it’s not eye opening to read this, but when you think about Photoshopping and fabricated lies sold as truth and packaged as legitimate entertainment… my daughter learning a swear word from a song will be the least of my worries in the future.

If I could quote ‘The Bottom’ Song once again……

We know that shit ain’t real
Come on now, make it stop

We need more songs like that for our daughters. Here’s one by Mary Lambert called Secrets — I think you’re going to love it.