My pelvis still says, four years on, you should never have had a VB with DD1.

My (elective) caesarean scar from DD2 says, "thank goodness you were sensible second time around and actually have a life now and you can walk without being in constant pain." I actually look on my scar as a badge of honour - that I was brave enough to go through a second pregnancy at all. How I gave birth doesn't matter to me. I completely understand and respect that others look on their scars differently and have different stories, but for me, it makes me extremely proud.