86.2 kg. Again.
Allison Washington

How do we find a way to a happy life that is not so body-identified? Where do I find a boundary between loving my body and imprisoning my humanity within it’s flesh? I am slowly learning how to recognize the loving compassion of my wise subjectivity and the status-craving version of myself that my ego has tortured for too long. Allison, my heart hears you because you are writing from your glorious, honest, experience. And I am inspired.

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