Holly Caldicott

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HOLLY CALDICOTT Pulled Quote; “Darling, don’t call me brave for being confident.” Pink List File Known aliases: Bubble Duchess
Charge: Suspicious levels of self-respect (with intent to spread it) Profile / Backstory 
Holly Caldicott didn’t find confidence, she claimed it, then added bubbles for dramatic effect. Holly grew up hearing the tired old jokes people fling at bigger bodies, like they’re original. As if your size is the only headline worth printing. For a while, she played the old game: camouflage, self-editing, shrinking her presence to fit other people’s comfort. But she soon read the room, clocked the stereotypes, and decided she’d rather be judged by her actions than reduced to a silhouette. But somewhere between midlife, and menopause, Holly made a pivot so sharp it left skid marks in glitter. She realised something infuriatingly simple, No one sees your body if you project fabulous.
And if they do stare, that’s their hobby, not your responsibility. The world will try to shrink you with nicknames and side-eyes… so she decided to expand instead: voice, joy, sparkle, the lot. Now she lives as a walking rebuttal to every playground insult ever thrown at a soft body. Holly doesn’t just reject it. She reclaims the whole narrative and rewrites it in diamonds. Holly’s philosophy is simple: if you’re busy being fabulous, you don’t have time to be policed. Holly hosts Bathhouse Briefings, recorded from the steam, where she delivers unfiltered observations on glamour, shame, and the sheer audacity of being alive in a body people think they’re allowed to comment on. Each episode begins the same way: * bubbles rising * candles lit * diamonds on (because standards) * champagne poured * and Holly saying, calmly:
“Darling, don’t call me brave for being confident.” Bathhouse Briefings are part pep talk, part glamorous manifesto and she covers topics like: * How to stop negotiating with your reflection * Why “healthy” is not a compliment if it means “smaller” * What to do when your brain is loud and your hormones are louder * Confidence as a practice, not a prize And yes… she absolutely writes the best lines in the bath. Because water is where Holly goes to think, shed the day, and come back shinier. Why she’s on The Pink List:
 Because Holly is guilty of one thing: refusing to perform shame. 
She flips stereotypes into theatre and dares the world to keep pretending confidence should be earned through shrinking. Holly’s presence makes one thing very clear: You don’t have to become a different person to deserve love.
You just have to stop hiding the one you already are. The rumour in the Pink List files is that Stella pretends she can’t stand Holly…
…but she never misses a Bathhouse Briefing. Because Holly doesn’t just preach body confidence, she models what it looks like to stop living like you’re on trial. And Stella Potts? Stella is her delicious opposite.
Stella is crisp, controlled, “nothing to see here” , the woman who’s perfected composure as armour. Holly is warm, unapologetic, visibly indulgent , the woman who’s turned softness into a throne. —————————————————— BEHIND THE BRUSH Inspiration and Meaning Holly came from a very real place: the years of feeling watched, measured, and mentally edited, especially after having children, when your body becomes public property in everyone’s imagination. I spent too long believing I had to “fix” myself to be fully seen, when the truth is… people don’t remember your size the way they remember your presence. Then came the ADHD diagnosis, menopause, and that midlife moment of realisation: I’m done auditioning for approval. Holly is the fantasy and the medicine , the part of me that says, “Put on the diamonds anyway. Take the bath and be joyful on purpose.” She’s also a nod to performers like Lizzo: not as a costume of confidence, but as a stance, the refusal to be treated like confidence is shocking on a plus-size body. I am inspired by her tenacity and vibe. But the deepest education came from my daughter. After her PCOS diagnosis and struggles with eating, I started to see how easily a mother’s fear can leak into the air — even when you never mean it to. And she showed me something I couldn’t unsee: she could look in the mirror and find love where I kept finding risk. She didn’t need me to worry about her body. She needed me to trust her — and to love her exactly as she is. That realisation landed like a mirror held up to my own life: if I can love her wholly, without conditions, why have I been negotiating with myself? Holly is my answer to that. She’s not asking to be admired for existing, she’s insisting we stop treating confidence as a reward you earn after changing your body. And her name? That arrived quietly on a dog walk with Bella, past a grave marked Caldicott, tucked beneath a hulking holly bush, like the universe leaving a calling card. Holly didn’t just get a name that day. She got her permission slip.