Stepping out of the shower, I stood in front of the mirror. ‘Look at the state of that,’ I frowned, holding up my wobbly belly.
Pushing 40, I wasn’t exactly expecting to have a perfect body, but still, I wasn’t best pleased with my appearance.
I’d always been pretty healthy, but when I had my sons Jay, now 22, and
Brandon, 19, the skin around my belly had stretched, leaving behind loose skin and horrible stretch marks even all these years later.
I loved taking my boys and my grandson Theo, now three, to the beach.
But as I watched them splash around in the waves, I’d always been too self-conscious to reveal my mum-tum, hiding away under sarongs and baggy T-shirts.
I’d had breast implants back in 2002 to…
