Maria Iliffe-Wood

I remember myself as a young woman. Unblemished skin, silk mahogany hair and a slender figure. I yearned for longer legs and would say there was a six-foot supermodel h





idden, crouched and stuffed, in this diminutive form, and it wanted to be unleashed. 

I’m an old woman now, with the vagaries of an ageing body and multiple textures in my hair. Inside I’m a blessed spaciousness but nobo