I walked straight past a woman I've known six years. Didn't recognise her. Her face. Her whole shape. Completely different. She grabbed my arm at the door. Hafsa. I asked what she did. She said nothing. Nothing. No diet. No gym. Nothing cut out. She stopped fighting her body and fixed her cortisol. It runs high for years. The body reads that as danger. So it holds on to everything. Salt. Then water. Then the middle. And nobody tests for it. Bloods come back normal. It's your age, they said. Meanwhile every diet was another stressor. Restriction is stress. Four years on the accelerator. She sent me this the same night. I read it in the car before I drove home. The fog. The bloat. The hair fall. One cause. Thirty seconds a day. 👉 myislam.store
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