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I woke up in my new Knoxville home, rolling off the tattered mattress pad serving as my temporary bed onto the laminate wood floor, covered in a layer of dust.

Body image insecurities and disordered eating have accompanied a majority of my young adult life.

I am a self-professed over-tipper. I tip everyone. Once, I even tipped the cable guy; my husband loved that. Given my predilection toward spreading the monetary love, why do iPad tip requests at counter service restaurants give me such pause?

By the time this post goes live, it will have been eight months since I was diagnosed with breast cancer and about six since it was confirmed stage 4 with bone metastasis.

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