Bodies are funny things. I'm pretty proud of mine. I never used to be. Before I had children I was always so selfconscious- I used to try to hide my tummy, legs, everything. I thought I was so unattractive, why bother trying to make the best of something that obviously had no best?

But that's all changed. Now I'm proud of it. I'm proud of it for doing its job very well three times over. I've grown and carried three beautiful, healthy children in my body. I've given birth easily three times. And each time, my body has bounced back, looking pretty much the same as it did before. But I'm not only proud of it for its baby making ability. I'm proud of my body because I think it looks good. Sure, my stomach could do with a workout. I'm certain my arms could look less like an old woman at bingo. But, on the whole, I have no complaints.

And these days, it pains me to hear young women slagging off their bodies. I wish they could have the understanding now that they will have in years to come. I wish that ten years ago I had learnt to appreciate what I looked like and that I hadn't wasted all that time wishing I was thinner, taller or whatever.

And I hope that in future years, I will be just as content.