These pictures chart some of my journey – the physical side of it at least. I was pregnant at 19 and this first picture is me looking very young! I had hyperemesis through my entire pregnancy and didn’t gain any weight until afterwards, but by that picture (36 weeks) I was only *feeling* sick. The second picture is what my stomach looked like for the next two years, not hugely saggy but very stretch-marked. I had never liked my body really and although I liked how I looked pregnant I was not really happy in myself and felt that I would never be beautiful. In that picture I was 18 weeks pregnant with our second child, concieved after two miscarriages and much hoped-for. This time I relished being pregnant and felt as happy with my body as I ever had. There are two shots of me bellydancing, which I did through my pregnancy. I felt great once my hyperemesis passed at twenty weeks. You can see my gorgeous first daughter dancing with me. The last couple of pictures are me with our second baby. I never felt particularly bad about my breasts, which went from a 32C on my wedding day to a 34DD with my firstborn to a 32GG with this baby! They are stretched and saggy but I don’t care. My stretchmarks are less of an issue to me than they were – my best friend calls them Tiger Stripes – and I am feeling happy with my body. I am bigger, curvier, saggier, marked and yet more beautiful than ever.