“When is the last time you felt good about your body?” the naturopath asked me.
I thought about it for a few seconds, then I said, “I think I’m going to cry.”
“That’s okay,” she and my husband affirmed.
I knew it was okay to cry. But I was taken off guard by own emotions. When I really stopped to think about it, I didn’t know.
It wasn’t in the past year, when out of the blue, I developed a rash that took up my entire forearm. It’s healed now, but it looks like a faint trail of bacteria.
Last year is also when perimenopause seemed to have ramped up and took a hold of my physical being. It’s also when I decided to get a crown on my front tooth, instead of a cap. Since December, I’ve worried everyday about my crown falling off when I eat or…
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