Shame. The little voice, in the back of my head that says “you just aren’t trying hard enough” It crawls into my ears, and down my throat, then it forces itself back out of my mouth so I hear it in my own voice as it reminds me of all the ways I’m falling behind. Ironically, shame even finds a way to use self compassion against me. As my mouth speaks unkind words at my reflection, shame says “Come on Andrea, you know better than that,” but it does not offer any counter argument. Now that some...

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