It has been interesting to reread articles about the liberation of my upper arms. Hp3 articles was a chat Kristine and I had in a completely different context around those limitations, we can put ourselves in that we are thick.
It made me think that I have henslæbt separate summers close to dying from the heat, because I refused to show my upper arms and therefore consistently hid them under a cardigan or bolero.
At the same time reminds me also of articles where I was touched when a reader subsequently wrote to us that she with inspiration from liberation for the first time in many years biked through the city with bare arms, and how to brand the wind against his skin.
Read with – perhaps you will be inspired to make up with your sore spot.
My upper arms: the sore spot
the sore spot: the upper arms are set free