Tammy Hembrow is a fitness influencer, entrepreneur, and mother known for her inspiring journey and dedication to wellness
However, her public life haven’t been without controversy, as she’s faced both admiration and critique along the way.
And now it’s a bikini photo of Tammy that’s making headlines and sparking reactions – but can you see what people are really upset about?
Known for her massive social media following, Tammy Hembrow, 30, is no stranger to controversy.
The fitness guru, entrepreneur, and mother has made waves with her inspiring workout routines, stunning transformation posts, and candid insights into her journey of motherhood. But with the fame and adoration, there’s also backlash.
Hembrow’s presence online is undeniably polarizing – one moment she’s sharing a powerful fitness achievement, the next, she’s at the center of a firestorm for something many find shocking.
And now, she’s back in the headlines for yet another post she made on Instagram, in October.
Bold crochet bikini
The Australian-born influencer, with more 17 million followers on Instagram, was all about soaking up the sun and sharing her beachside vibes with her followers.
She posted a series of fun, sun-kissed photos, rocking a bright crochet bikini in bold shades of orange, yellow, and pink. Posing effortlessly on the sand dunes, she flaunted her trim waist and confident beach style.
For Tammy, it was the perfect way to embrace summer Down Under. However, not everyone was a fan.
Tammy Hembrow has long been no stranger to controversy over her bikini posts. In the past, when she shared photos in a bikini from the brand Minimale Animale, which was the epitome of minimalism with just the right amount of coverage that seemed to blend seamlessly with her figure.
Detractors wasted no time calling it “unwearable” and joking it looked like “a piece of floss.”
Some people really love the bold design and think it looks great, but others are raising eyebrows, wondering if those types of swimsuits are actually practical for everyday beach or pool time. On said that Tammy embodies everything wrong with society wrapped up in a tacky package.
“Unhealthy looking”
Fast forward to October 2024, and Tammy once again found herself facing questioning comments.
One critic called her “unhealthy looking,” while another wrote, “I admire your fit body and how you’ve maintained it even after 3 children… But I think natural is really the best route to optimal health.” Despite the fact that the majority of her followers praised the post, Tammy is all too familiar with the odd and nasty remarks that comes whenever she posts new photos.
”I used to get told all the time that being strong isn’t sexy or feminine. A few years into my training, it became a daily occurrence,” she shared.
Last year, the Mega-influencer found herself under fire once again for posting bold bikini photos in the sun, just weeks after revealing that a “little freckle” on her leg turned out to be skin cancer.
The fitness star shared that the spot had required a large chunk of her leg to be removed, leaving her with a 30-stitch wound. Yet, despite the serious health scare, she posted photos of herself sunbathing in swimwear, with the bandage from her surgery clearly visible. This move sparked outrage among some followers.
“OMG, U (sic) just had a melanoma removed and r (sic) sunbathing,” one follower commented on Hembrow’s post.
“You’re another type of thick if you’re sunbathing after just having a melanoma removed,” another one wrote.
“Why are you sunbathing when you just had a cancer scare? Seems irresponsible and honestly downright dumb,” a third person said.
Some people are also saying that, as a mom of three, Tammy’s super fit body might make other moms feel like they can’t measure up.
They think it sets an unrealistic standard for what a mom’s body should look like.
And honestly, a lot of folks are wondering if her lifestyle is even doable for everyone— especially when you’ve got kids to take care of and a million other things to juggle.
While many admire Tammy’s dedication to fitness and her confidence, others feel compelled to weigh in, critiquing her choices, body, and image.
Tammy is often praised for her fit physique, but some critics argue that her highly toned body promotes an unrealistic standard of beauty.
This push and pull between admiration and criticism shines a light on how we view beauty and health in today’s world. The truth is, there’s no one-size-fits-all definition of what’s “healthy” or “ideal.” What do you think?
My 16-Year-Old Son Went to Stay with His Grandmother for the Summer – One Day, I Got a Call from Her
When my 16-year-old son offered to spend the summer taking care of his disabled grandmother, I thought he’d finally turned a corner. But one night, a terrifying call from my mother shattered that hope.
“Please, come save me from him!” my mother’s voice whispered through the phone, barely a breath.
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Her words were sharp with fear, a tone I’d never heard from her. My stomach knotted. Before I could respond, the line went dead.
I stared at my phone, disbelief mixing with shock. My strong, fiercely independent mother was scared. And I knew exactly who “him” was.
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My son had always been a handful, but lately, he’d crossed new lines. At sixteen, he was testing every boundary he could find. Rebellious, headstrong, a walking storm of attitude and defiance.
I remembered him coming home from school, slinging his backpack down with a certain grin that I didn’t recognize. “I was thinking about going to Grandma’s this summer,” he’d said. “I mean, you’re always saying she could use more company. I could keep an eye on her.”
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My first reaction was surprise and a little pride. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf, becoming responsible. But looking back now, as I sped down the darkening highway, his words nagged at me in a way they hadn’t before.
I blinked in surprise. “You… want to go stay with Grandma? You usually can’t wait to get out of there.”
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“I’ll help take care of her,” he said. “You could even let the caregiver go, Mom. Save some money, you know?”
The more I drove, the more pieces of our recent conversations slipped into place in my mind, forming a picture I didn’t like.
“People change,” he’d shrugged with a strange smile. Then he looked up at me with a half-smile. “I mean, I’m almost a man now, right?”
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I brushed it off then, thinking maybe he was finally growing up. But now, that smile felt… off. Not warm or genuine, but like he was playing a part.
As I drove, I remembered other details, things I’d dismissed at the time. A week into his stay, I called, wanting to check on my mother directly. He’d answer, cheerful but too fast, like he was steering the call. “Hey, Mom! Grandma’s asleep. She said she’s too tired to talk tonight, but I’ll tell her you called.”
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Why didn’t I push harder?
My mind raced back to how it all began. It had been just the two of us since his father left when he was two. I’d tried to give him what he needed to stay grounded. But since he hit his teenage years, the small cracks had started widening.
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The only person who seemed to get through to him now and then was my mother. She had a way of disarming him, though even she admitted he was “testing her patience.”
I dialed my mother’s number again, willing her to pick up. My thumb tapped the screen anxiously, but still, nothing.
The sky darkened as the houses became sparse, her rural neighborhood just up ahead. With every mile, my mind replayed his too-smooth excuses, his charming act.
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As I pulled up to my mother’s house, a chill ran through me. I could hear music blasting from two blocks away. Her lawn, once so tidy, was now overgrown, weeds tangling around the porch steps. The shutters had peeling paint, and the lights were off, as though no one had been home in weeks.
I stepped out of the car, feeling disbelief twisting into a sick anger. Beer bottles and crushed soda cans littered the porch. I could even smell cigarette smoke drifting out through the open window.
A littered porch | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I reached for the door, pushing it open.
And there, right in front of me, was chaos.
Strangers filled the living room laughing, drinking, shouting over the music. Half of them looked old enough to be college kids, others barely looked out of high school. My heart twisted, a mixture of fury and heartache flooding through me.
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“Where is he?” I whispered, scanning the crowd, disbelief giving way to a focused rage. I shouldered through people, calling his name. “Excuse me! Move!”
A girl sprawled on the couch glanced up at me, blinking lazily. “Hey, lady, chill out. We’re just having fun,” she slurred, waving a bottle in my direction.
“Where’s my mother?” I snapped, barely able to hold back the edge in my voice.
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The girl just shrugged, unconcerned. “Dunno. Haven’t seen any old lady here.”
Ignoring her, I continued through the packed room, shouting my son’s name over the blaring music. I looked from face to face, my heart pounding faster with every step. Every second that passed made the house feel more like a stranger’s, more like a place my mother would never allow, let alone live in.
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“Mom!” I called, my voice desperate as I reached the end of the hall, near her bedroom door. It was closed, the handle faintly scratched, as though it’d been opened and closed a hundred times in the last hour alone.
I knocked hard, heart racing. “Mom? Are you in there? It’s me!”
A weak, trembling voice replied, barely audible over the noise. “I’m here. Please—just get me out.”
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I felt a wave of relief and horror as I fumbled with the handle and threw the door open. There she was, sitting on the bed, her face pale and drawn, eyes rimmed with exhaustion. Her hair was mussed, and I could see dark circles under her eyes.
“Oh, Mom…” I crossed the room in a heartbeat, falling to my knees beside her and wrapping my arms around her.
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Her hand, frail but steady, clutched mine. “He started with just a few friends,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “But when I told him to stop, he got angry. He… he said I was just getting in the way.” Her voice wavered. “He started locking me in here. Said I was… ruining his fun.”
A sickening wave of anger surged through me. I’d been blind, foolish enough to believe my son’s promise to “help out.” I took a shaky breath, stroking her hand. “I’m going to fix this, Mom. I swear.”
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She nodded, gripping my hand, her own fingers cold and trembling. “You have to.”
I walked back to the living room, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. And there was my son, leaning against the wall, laughing with a group of older kids.
When he looked up and saw me, his face went pale.
“Mom? What… what are you doing here?”
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“What am I doing here?” I echoed, my voice steady with a calm I didn’t feel. “What are you doing here? Look around! Look at what you’ve done to your grandmother’s home!”
He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I saw his mask slipping. “It’s just a party. You don’t have to freak out.”
“Get everyone out of here. Now.” My voice was steel, and this time, it cut through the noise. The whole room seemed to freeze. “I’m calling the police if this house isn’t empty in the next two minutes.”
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One by one, the partiers shuffled out, murmuring and stumbling toward the door. The house cleared out, leaving only broken furniture, empty bottles, and my son, who now stood alone in the wreckage he’d made.
When the last guest was gone, I turned to him. “I trusted you. Your grandmother trusted you. And this is how you repay her? This is what you thought ‘helping’ looked like?”
A woman confronting her son | Source: Midjourney
He shrugged, a defensive sneer twisting his face. “She didn’t need the space. You’re always on my case, Mom. I just wanted some freedom!”
“Freedom?” My voice shook with disbelief. “You’re going to learn what responsibility is.” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of each word. “You’re going to a summer camp with strict rules, and I’m selling your electronics, everything valuable, to pay for the damage. You don’t get a single ‘freedom’ until you earn it.”
An angry woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney
“What?” His bravado faltered, fear flickering in his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am,” I said, voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “And if you don’t change, you’re out of the house when you turn eighteen. I’m done with excuses.”
The next day, I sent him off to camp. His protests, his anger all faded as the summer passed, and for the first time, he was forced to face the consequences.
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As I repaired my mother’s house that summer, I felt the pieces of our family begin to mend. Bit by bit, room by room, I cleared the broken glass, patched up the walls, and held on to hope that my son would come home a different person.
After that summer, I saw my son start to change. He grew quieter, steadier, spending evenings studying instead of disappearing with friends.
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Small acts like helping around the house, and apologizing without being prompted became routine. Each day, he seemed more aware, and more respectful, like he was finally becoming the man I’d hoped for.
Two years later, I watched him walk up my mother’s steps again, head bowed. He was about to graduate school with honors and enroll in a nice college. In his hand was a bouquet, his gaze sincere and soft in a way I’d never seen.
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“I’m sorry, Grandma,” he said, his voice thick with regret. I held my breath, watching as the boy I’d fought to raise offered her a piece of his heart.
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