disordered eating
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There is a thief in the house that is stealing slumber from my aging mother. A once brave and unstoppable woman who modeled strength and independence for me has slowly begun to fade into the abyss of lost memories and increasing fear. My mother has slowly become my daughter. So, where’ve you all been? Oh…
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“My name is Valentine, and yes, that’s my real name.” It’s the tag line that somehow always escapes my mouth when meeting new people. Its usually met with great curiosity, but it’s almost always followed up with, “I won’t forget that!” It’s true. I leave a lasting impression. Yet it’s not because of my name,…
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