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<p>I spent the first twenty years of my life not loving myself much at all, and then somebody I loved stopped loving me.&nbsp; In retaliation, I took up bellydancing.&nbsp; This wasn’t an act of bravery or courageousness of any kind.&nbsp; I was grasping at straws.&nbsp; I went to dance class in oversized overalls covered by [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I have a picture of myself at age 18 flying a kite on the beach in Ocean City, Maryland.&nbsp; I am wearing one of my favorite shirts of all time, the same shirt I had my senior pictures taken in, a long sleeve black turtleneck sized 3XLT.&nbsp; I imagined that I had this kind of [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Sometimes paying the bills means you go teach meditation to teenage boys even when your head hurts, your stomach is in knots, and the possibility of panic lies within every breath. In the car, a 78-year-old Buddhist sings from the radio about saving a particle of light, and you cry until you are gasping, then [&hellip;]</p>