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There are days when I feel myself being pulled under, slowly, softly into the depths of the ocean.   It’s not violent. It’s not dramatic. It’s just this steady sinking, as though gravity itself is asking me to rest. To stop fighting.  Down here, everything becomes muffled. The noise of the world fades away, the endless messages, the to-do lists, the expectations. Even my own thoughts start to quiet, until all that’s left is the sound of my heartbeat echoing through water.   I

What’s the point of a perfectly sculpted body if you don’t have a loving, connected relationship with it? So often we chase an ideal...