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Exercise

I start seeing a trainer once a week. He’s hot, from Ohio, and likes to eat lettuce wraps from PF Chang’s. I like him and I think we have fun productive sessions together, but I still have no idea what the hell is going on. I do weightlifting, I think? I do cardio, I think? I drink four margaritas and eat guacamole and chips after a workout? Yes, that I know.

Healing isn’t about Band-Aids, because however tempting, they’re always, always temporary. Let yourself be held, if you have a holder. And if you don’t, that’s okay too, because you love yourself; you must always remember to love yourself.