I deleted my Instagram account, permanently, in Uganda, here’s why

My ankles don’t feel much of anything, but they did help me with a change.

Stretched out on a bed enclosed in mosquito netting, a languid voice instructed me to gently move the spotlight of awareness from my feet up to my ankles. Ankles have sensations? The task was both playful and difficult, but more of the latter. It’s called practice, and the name is apt.

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