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How my children made me love my body (archived)

In the very obsidian of 2am, my daughter wakes me up for the fourth time in as many hours. Her tiny digits paw my breast, scratchy nails that I never get around to cutting, claw me to check her counterpart is still there. She roots, a beautiful, wet, animal motion that she’ll unlearn faster than…

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