Helen Flanagan claps back at mum-shamers after being slammed as ‘embarrassing' – but is now accused of ‘shaming herself'
Just days after the 34-year-old actress posed in a sheer corset, thong, fishnet stockings and suspenders, the mum-of-three has now responded to haters who slammed her as "embarrassing."
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The newly-single and self-proclaimed 'sexy boss b**ch' recently found herself at the centre of a barrage of abuse from trolls, slamming her for sharing such revealing pictures considering she's got three children.
"Please put your kids first, it's embarrassing for them," one wrote.
Meanwhile, a second snapped: "Do us a favour - put some clothes on.'
But now, the Coronation Street and Celebs Go Dating star who recently split from her boyfriend, former non-league footballer Robbie Talbot, 45, after a year together, has fired back at those who criticised her.
Posting on Instagram, the blonde-haired beauty filmed herself wearing a stunning black underwear set from Nikki Intimates Lingerie.
In the short clip, viewers saw Helen, who has previously been labelled as 'trashy' by mum-shamers, confidently pose for the camera, before flashing a cheesy grin.
Moments later, the influencer burst into fights of laughter, clearly unbothered by the cruel comments on her social media posts.
Proudly showing off her enviable figure and £5k boob job which she had in January 2023, Helen then revealed the things she is 'not falling for', including 'coffee over matcha' and ' dieting.'
Not only does Helen not believe in 'living with regret', but she also claimed that she wouldn't fall for 'not using [her] voice.'
Eager to silence the trolls, Helen, who previously confessed that her kids go to bed at midnight and admitted she is always late for school, repeated herself as she wrote: 'Mum shaming and not dad shaming.
Helen Flanagan looks incredible as she poses in a bikini after split from boyfriend Robbie Talbot
'Caring what people think.
'Shaming women and not shaming men.
'Mum shaming.'
She also claimed that she won't ever 'suppress' her ADHD, which she described as 'a fun vibe and never a dull moment.'
Not only this, but she even poked fun at her ex-partners, as stressed she won't fall for 'hoping [people] change as they never do.'
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Alongside the short clip, Helen cheekily wrote: 'Just saying 💁🏼♀️💖'
Helen's Instagram video has clearly left many open-mouthed, as it has quickly racked up 680,000 views, 11,200 likes and 358 comments.
But users were left totally divided by the clip - while many thought she looked 'stunning', not everyone was as kind.
One person said: 'How about not shaming anyone and especially yourself.'
Another added: 'What a p**s poor take, I guess being hot just isn't paying enough bills anymore?'
A third commented: 'Could never respect a woman who uses her body for attention, loyalty over ego.'
Meanwhile, someone else questioned: 'Why [are] you posing in underwear?'
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Not only this, but another slammed: 'Desperado of a women....irrelevant now so flash yer t**s.'
Despite this, at the same time, one user beamed: 'Absolutely stunning, so beautiful.'
Whilst a second agreed: 'Best looking girl on Instagram.'
Helen's relationship history
Helen's playful post comes just weeks after the devastated star ended things with Robbie, as she shifts her focus to concentrating on her career and family.
At the time, a source said: 'They want different things in life. She has just landed a new acting job and is trying to juggle work projects with the kids.
"She sat him down two weeks ago and said, 'This isn't working'. It was a grown-up chat.
'She just wants to be on her own for a while although she still has feelings for him.'
Prior to this, Helen split from Scott Sinclair, dad of her three kids - Matilda, 10, Delilah, seven, and Charlie, four - in 2022.
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