Embraces.

So often we find solace in the bodies of others because we lack the security to embrace our own bodies with our own arms, yet fearing the grim idea that possibly, their arms won’t be able to reach completely around our waists. This, I declare, to be a tragedy of modern times, in which hugs have changed from being symbols of comfort, to anxiety riddled questions about our own self image.

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