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Do you know what one of the hardest things I’ve done this year is? I’ll give you a hint. It isn’t finding a therapist, getting up before 7:30 a.m. for two weeks, becoming certified in barre, standing in front of people every week and leading them through a fitness routine I designed, or packing for […]

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I curled my body in a fetal position, screaming and crying like a baby. No way would my parents make me go to that germ invested hell hole called a movie theater, even if I wanted to spend time with my grandparents. In my eight-year-old mind, the movies equaled sickness. Every time Cinderella’s palace popped […]

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