Usually I’m a yoga person. I love stretching my body and feeling myself fall into happy alignment. I get an annoyingly chipper post-yoga high. It usually involves skipping. But lately, as I heal from the sexual abuse in my past, I’ve found myself less and less inclined to hit the mat. The days stretched [...]
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