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I didn’t start this journey in a yoga studio. I started it in a tent. On a snowy mountain. Addicted to meth. Alone. After giving my baby away. I was 16 when I got pregnant. 200 pounds. The same weight as my little brother, who was only 13. The father was a liar, a cheater, and a drug user. I chose adoption because I knew I couldn’t give him the life I never had. After that, I fell apart. I cried every day for a year. I used meth to numb the ache. I chased boys to escape my pa