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“If you don’t move your hands, I’ll pin them to the fucking ground. You’re not hiding from me. You’re not keeping any part of your body from me. Right now, you’re mine. You’re going to let me worship every inch of you, and you’re going to like it. Do you understand?”
I need to touch her. I need to feel her skin on mine, to remind myself that there’s a God in this world, and that he’s made every valley and curve of her body to be adored by me.
Trauma doesn’t make someone less lovable. Insecurities don’t make people’s bodies less beautiful.
