Angie lives in a small city in Minnesota and she has this sweet Midwestern way about her.

I'm like, holy buckets, that's what this is.

But the thing that I really like about her is that she has a scrappy side too.

Fuck a duck.

She curses a lot, but even her cursing has its quirks.

We're in her home sitting on her bed. It's a mattress on the floor covered

with a bunch of pillows. A half finished puzzle sits on a coffee table and her crochet supplies are tucked next to her desk.

There's a lot of stuff in here and looking around you get the sense that she spends a lot of time in her bedroom.

Deep breath, Sandy.

Okay.

We're getting ready to start our interview and her dog settles into her lap.

I can tell that Angie's nervous. I was really like feeling a lot of dread last night about today and I'm like I know that

this is all really cringing, but it might help people.

So buck up and just tell your damn story.

There's this piece of advice that we hear over and over. Trust

your gut. Listen to your body. The assumption here of course is that our bodies

will tell us the truth.

But Angie has had a body that for a long time she couldn't trust

and instead of bringing her closer to people,

her body has led her into danger and made her feel dangerous herself.

I want to be close to people. I want to be intimate with people and have like

genuine relationships that are based on trust and love, but it doesn't

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