For the larger part of last year, I found myself fairly immobile.  Emotionally paralyzed and more physically restricted than what I’m accustomed to, I did my best to modify my activity level and mental tolerance in a realistic balance.  My body’s always been of the “chunky yet funky” variety with no fucks given about that.  … Continue reading How Kimmie Gettin’ Her Groove Back—AMS, Stylie.