WORK OF ART
Jun 13, 2019
3 minutes
WORDS BY KATIE PEARSON
Standing in front of the mirror, there was only one part of my body I could focus on.
My stomach.
And I have to say that it wasn’t a pretty sight.
It all started way back in 1994, when I’d needed an emergency caesarean while delivering my eldest son, Jan-Michael.
My next three babies meant three more caesareans.
After that, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, where the lining of the womb starts to grow
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