by Denise Greenaway Юлія Дубина My mother’s hand rests on the shopping basket Beside me. So many memories: pegging washing, slicing tomatoes, Pouring tea, turning pages, reaching for chocolate. For years I have seen it, held it, stroked it, Knowing every inch of it. I’ve grown into it, my mother’s hand, It fits like a glove, Now that I wear it. Denise Greenaway is an Australian psychologist, author, mother and advocate for girls and women. Her clinical experience in body ima