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You + Body

For years, my mom’s list of the top three inventions of all time was a completely done deal. The best inventions of all time, per Ma, were as follows: 1) the bicycle, 2) libraries, and 3) the immersion blender. But last week, over a game of Bananagrams (from which she was, as always, disqualified, for using a word that doesn’t exist), she changed her mind. Immersion blenders, she decided, are not nearly as important as the alphabet. Though I almost never agree with her word selection in Bananagrams, I do agree with her in lauding the alphabet, because without it I’d have a much harder time beaming my vitally important advice straight into your thick skulls.

I hope you are well. Are you weathering the darkened days? Did you make it through Thanksgiving? Are you leaning into holiday cheer, or does December make your bowels quake? Send me your worries, hopes, dreams, and yawps here. All I ask is that you phrase them as a question, and you use a cute pen name.

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Dear Sofia.

Since puberty (I'm 30 now), I've been very critical of my body. I fixate on my "imperfections" and am constantly looking for ways to fix them. How do I begin to make peace with my body and free up my mind for more interesting things?

- Beauty-full Mind

(I Sing The Body Electric by Walt Whitman)

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