In defense of the movement for non-movement

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​Yoga failed me. Essential oils made me break out in hives. Bubble baths were out of the question.

I sat in a dark office cubicle with my head on my desk as the morning sun grazed over the fog-laden city below me. The back of my neck seemed to scream in protest from the awkward position, and my stomach turned over and over like the world’s most inconveniently-timed washing machine. It was…