I’ve got terrible stretch marks – so bad that I’m ashamed of it. I had them since I was a teenager and till today, I am not completely confident of it. 

I was abused by my ex-boyfriend, naively believing that he didn't mean it. I ended up becoming a single teenage mother three months before my 15th birthday. Conception happened unwillingly. Tongues wagged and I was the topic of people's stories for years. The worst I faced was when a stranger walked past and mentioned, “Haiyoh, so young become mother, so slutty. Ownself also cannot take care still want to take care of a kid. Bound to fail in life.” My so-called friends were no longer friends. Distanced, betrayed but not alone.

That was when I decided to pray and I was constantly speaking to a God that I do not know. Yet, I thank God for my father – the one who supported me throughout my entire single mum journey and still is forever loving although at that time, he was upset. Fast forward to today, I'm married to my husband who accepts me for my past and present; who brings the best out of me. We have another daughter together.

Now, my son is 14; almost the same age as when I became a mother. All these experiences made me who I am today. Sometimes when I am bigger than usual, people will say, "Hey! You look fat now! Are you pregnant again?" but that doesnt hurt me a lot. I don't really care what others say anymore as long as I am healthy. I’ve gained confidence, happiness and tough love.