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The woman—her name was Margaret, Lena would later learn—looked down at her own soft belly with what could only be described as affection. “I spent forty years trying to change myself. Diet after diet. Gym memberships I never used. Crying in dressing rooms. Then one day, I asked myself: what if I stopped fighting? What if I treated this body like a friend who’s been carrying me through life, instead of an enemy I needed to defeat?”

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“I do,” the woman said gently. “I go to the gentle yoga class on Thursdays. And I walk my dog every morning. That’s my wellness.” The woman—her name was Margaret, Lena would later