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14.1.03 

i always forget when it's been a while - but i'm generally happier when i'm doing something physically exerting on a regular basis. sex doesn't count because it isn't about the movement of muscles and blood and weight and breath the way that swimming, and yoga, and now ballet can be. i forget that i like being in my body, that i enjoy time devoted to nothing but the exploration of how i fit into my skin.

however, i also forget how hungry i always get as a result.

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