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Originally Posted by _Mouse
As children go through a stage when we idolised the mother. Her smell, the shape of her body, the clothes she wears.
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Originally Posted by rainbow8
Mouse, I'm still in that stage with my T, then. Sometimes, that is. I want to bury myself in her clothes and play with her hair! It's difficult to concentrate on other issues when I feel like that. I should have told her how I felt when I told her she looked good. I knew it was distracting me.
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I think I skipped that stage too - or, at least it didn't go as intended... My mother had/has body image issues... I remember times when I was absolutely disgusted with her and I am still determined not to be like her - often that's to my own detriment.
I was just as you both describe with previous T. I remember wanting to touch her hair and thinking how beautiful it was. Sometimes I'll buy clothes and accessories simply because they remind me of her.
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At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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