As a young girl, I remember watching my mother staring at her body in the mirror in disgust.
“Your brother did this to me,” she would sigh as she gestured towards her belly laden with stretch marks.
“Your other brother just finished the job.”
I would have only been in my young teens at the time, but it was a moment that has remained with me forever. It was also the source of a lot of anxiety for me when I first found out I was pregnant.
Shit, was that going to be me standing in front of the mirror down the track wishing I had my flat and unblemished stomach back?