The one change that worked: I learned to love my arms – after decades of hating and hiding them

It took a heatwave to get me to shed my shame and my sleeves, but now there’s no stopping me. Life is cooler in every way ‘Aren’t you hot in that?” was the question that plagued my summers as a teenager. I would never bare my arms; instead, I would cover up with a trusty black…

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