As a new mother I was anything but a “yummy mummy”. Having gained a considerable amount of weight I had no hope of fitting back into my pre-baby wardrobe, so I dressed in maternity jeans and oversize tees. I didn’t bother blow-drying my hair. I couldn’t be arsed with make-up before I had a baby, so there was no chance I would be wasting time on it once baby was earth-side. I was sleep deprived and shell shocked.  Frankly, I didn’t give a f— what I looked like.

I didn’t hear the term “scummy mummy” (also known as “slummy mummy”) until my baby was a few months old. It made me laugh and although I knew that in theory it was quite offensive I also found it apt for my laissez-faire approach to motherhood.

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