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I was in my 20s when I taught myself how to hug. Warm and consistent physical affection wasn’t a cornerstone of my upbringing. I remember watching other little girls hug each other at the bus stop or in the school yard, and feeling alienated from displays of affection that seemed to come so easily to others.

During particularly vulnerable stretches of childhood, watching others participate in this social convention left me feeling anxious. I’m now an adult who finds the concept of casual touch, such as hugging and shaking hands, odd and uncomfortable. ♥♥♥♥ hugs...
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