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She searched for her clothes to cover up her voluptuous figure. Innocence lost, love lost, her dignity stolen by a beast she trusted.
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Costa Rica
The Dance of Turning Poison into Medicine.
I lasted half a day of dance classes on the first day. The second day, I lasted less than 90 minutes. Not only did walking on gentle sand feel like sharp gravel between the skin of my soles and fascia, but the vision in my good eye was deteriorating into the kind of blur you’d need Coke-bottle ...
When Love Doesn’t Stay And Soul Mates Walk Out.
I was unstoppable. If there was a word stronger than unstoppable, I would probably use that. Just insert the strongest word you know. That was me. Then life hit me upside the head, and then right in the chest, with a challenge. It came in the form of a dark-skinned beaut of a man who climbed ...
I’m Not Saying That Eating Ants Is Sexy: Ode To The Wild & Free Female.
Your choices -- down to what you eat in the morning, to how you honor your body, to the sex you don’t have, to the run you choose to take, to the money you make and the money you don’t make, to the zone of comfort you choose to step out of -- those choices are your lifeline to change.
What I Learned On My Vision Quest In Costa Rica.
I came undone emotionally, spiritually and physically. I never cried so much in my life. At one point, I remember I had a dream that I was home in New Jersey, and when I woke up, I looked up at my mosquito net in my own pile of sweat, and bawled my eyes out. My ego wouldn’t let me share this ...