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I don’t remember not wanting to be someone else. Someone smarter, someone fitter, someone prettier, more ambitious, less awkward… if it wasn’t me, or what I thought was me, that’s what I wanted. No matter how many miles I ran, calories I cut,...

Who you talkin’ to?

  I talk to myself… a lot. As they’ve grown, my kids have learned to decipher between “Oh she’s talking to me” and “Oh, she’s in her own head again”. Sometimes I’d catch myself in the middle of one of my outward...