For the last year or so, I’ve loathed my body. This incredible shell keeps me moving and alive and able to read books, yet I hated it. None of my clothes were fitting anymore. I felt like garbage all the time. I made constant excuses for why I couldn’t join classes or follow exercise videos on my own. My back! Those metal rods aligning my spine! I simpl…
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