I wanted a soft cloth mother who I could snuggle into. But all I got was a wire mother. Hard and cold with sharp edges, she couldn’t hold or caress me with the full cream love I needed. It wasn’t her fault she hadn’t been taught, for touch, even hugging, was deemed unnecessary, in her appearance-driven moneyed family. And my body never feeling love in its skin, how could I love my body and fully come into it? Yet come in I must, for it so deserves my embodied love, and I truly want to be fully on this planet … Continue reading Love Is All We Need