An Anonymous Contribution by a Body Positive Reader
October 2002
The time had come at last when I knew I had come to rest in the arms of my brothers. Finally I could lay back and not fall.
When I wanted to stand, I didn't have to try. Phantom arms gently held me up and I knew no one could love me more.
For once in my life I had found my port, my home, the place where I belonged. There in the arms of my brothers.