Sweat is dripping from her thighs. | A Poem
#breeze (Post 1/3) Sweat is dripping from her thighs. Drip. Drip. Drip. Forming a puddle of water on the sleek leather chair. She’s looking down. Half-aware of what is happening. Half-gone. Her face is damp. Is it the tears she’s been freely releasing? Is...{REPLAY} I know that. But I don’t do it. Why do I still hate my body?
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In this episode of the Escape Diet Prison Podcast, I talk about the concept of letting yourself go and the shame that comes with gaining weight when giving up dieting and beginning to eat more intuitively.