What Happened to Your Face?

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I’d looked forward to the outdoor yoga class in the park through the entire winter, so I didn’t feel bad about taking the second donut, saying “why not?” to the dessert tray. I was at my heaviest weight, but  kept myself from usual despondency  by visualizing  a midsummer me, lithe and fit from yoga classes and sensible diet. I bought a new mat and a pair of outfits that didn’t make me feel like a cow. I arrived early, unrolled my mat near the gravel where I could see the sunrise. I heard birds begin to sing and insects buzz.

 

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