There’s a new contour to my body after birth. A scar that traces the lower third of my abdomen horizontally, skin that puckers and dimples above it, hangly somewhat loosely. the scar bought my eldest son into the world and I have had a tempestuous relationship with it. At first it panicked me, I wondered how I would ever return to comfortable running or care well for my son after all my internal organs had been exposed, and felt to me rearranged in some way.

It wasn’t beautiful like some said it would be, it was sharp, harsh. medical.