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Why the WNBA’s Partnership With Opill Is So Groundbreaking

As states across the country continue to revoke access to reproductive rights, the WNBA is taking a clear stand, announcing a new multi-year partnership with the OTC contraception, Opill. "At the WNBA, we've always said that women's health is society's health - and so for a long time, many of our players have been engaged with organizations who are doing work in this space. But for us, it's about bringing more attention, more awareness and more education to those who need it, and our partnership with a brand like Opill will allow us to do that," says Colie Edison, WNBA Chief Growth Officer, who spoke to PS in an interview. The union between the two brands will create touch points across the country for access and education, starting with the WNBA Draft where Opill is an associate sponsor. Fans can expect to see Opill activations at the draft, says Edison, in addition to other tentpole events for the league. A college campus tour is also on the horizon where Opill and the WNBA will provide educational programs on contraception. "With the WNBA, we will highlight the progress being made toward creating a world where we no longer need to ask permission to make personal decisions." "We're so excited for this season as we're concentrating our social justice work around civic engagement, but also reproductive health advocacy," Edison tells PS. At a kickoff event for Opill x WNBA, New York Liberty's Betnijah Laney expressed just how much the partnership resonated with her. "It really means a lot because we want to help provide the access to everyone," Laney told PS in a press-conference-style interview. "I think that we're starting something very powerful, we're using both platforms together to hopefully make a change, to bring awareness, to bring education - all those things that are very important being a woman," Laney went on to say. The resource has been a long-time coming. "'The pill' has been used to manage sexual health for over half a century, but Opill is, for the first time, birth control on your own terms," Leila Bahbah, US Women's Health Brand Lead at Perrigo Company, said at the NYC kickoff event. Opill, which is intended for anyone who can get pregnant, doesn't require a prescription or a doctor's appointment, and can be purchased online or over the counter at major retailers like CVS and Walgreens for $20 for a one-month supply and $50 for a three-month supply. Bahbah hopes that in partnering with the WNBA, more people will recognize the kind of autonomy and access they're hoping to provide. "Opill is now the most effective OTC oral contraceptive option. This means it has enormous potential to reduce those unintended pregnancies," Bahbah said. "With the WNBA, we will highlight the progress being made toward creating a world where we no longer need to ask permission to make personal decisions." Alexis Jones is the senior health editor at POPSUGAR. Her areas of expertise include women's health, mental health, racial and ethnic disparities in healthcare, diversity in wellness, and chronic conditions. Prior to joining POPSUGAR, she was the senior editor at Health magazine. Her other bylines can be found at Women's Health, Prevention, Marie Claire, and more.
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I Did Ketamine Therapy to Heal My Heartbreak – and It Worked

Having been in long-term relationships since age 16, I have experienced my fair share of heartbreak. But this last one hit differently. For the first time, a breakup caused me to retroactively doubt the sincerity of our time together, and to seriously question my ability to trust myself. For almost a year and a half, we regularly acknowledged that this was the best and most intimate relationship either of us had had. He told me he'd never been so close to another person, and that this was the first time he ever trusted a partner or felt so loved and cared for. We communicated deeply and supported each other; it felt like having a true partner. Then, everything changed. After a particularly great weekend together, he called me in a fit of anxiety and a jarring departure from his previous words, behaviors, and actions. After 12 hours of tears, he concluded that he did not - and worse, that he never did - have deep feelings for me, even as friends. He said he had only been trying to convince himself he loved me, among other things that made me feel utterly objectified. I was shattered. This person I loved and trusted was not who I had believed him to be. My life, which had been closely intertwined with his, no longer felt like it fit. Being in my home, which we had seen for the first time together, and which was filled with his belongings and gifts he brought me back from Italy two weeks before, no longer felt like "home." The aftermath of this shock was tortuous, and I knew it would change me irrevocably. Still, determined not to let this derail my career and life, I left to stay with my favorite aunt in Florida. This ultimately led me to ketamine therapy, which I now call "the heartbreak drug." The Discard Based on my former career as a therapist, I had never been more concerned for my emotional well-being. Even the ending of an eight-year relationship had not impacted me so severely. My ex's switch from hot to cold invalidated my reality and plagued me with a loss of emotional security. The shock left me with physical symptoms that terrified me: I completely lost my appetite and shrank down to 94 lbs, I kept waking up in the night, and I could not focus on my writing or enjoy my usual hobbies. It turns out this type of breakup is known as a "discard," which is associated with avoidant attachment styles. (My ex and I believed he had a fearful avoidant/disorganized attachment style based on research and conversations with a therapist.) "Breakups are different from discards," certified relationship coach Ryan Holley says. "[Usually] breakups are not blindsiding, and there's been a winding down of the relationship. Discards are unilateral, happening quickly and seemingly out of nowhere." Josh Lichtman, board-certified psychiatrist and medical director at Pulse TMS and Neuro Wellness Spa, says the discard often traumatizes partners, "as it can shock the individual's emotional system and significantly affect their sense of self-worth and security." The First Month of Heartbreak The first month following the discard was the worst of my life. The thought of returning home to California gave me severe anxiety. I had barely worn anything other than leggings, or washed my face, in weeks, which is saying a lot for a beauty editor. Mentally, I was exhausted by inner turmoil. Aside from grieving and missing my partner, I felt fractured inside, having lost self-trust, wondering how I could have been so wrong for so long. Thanks to Holley, I now know this is a common post-discard symptom: self-blame. Dr. Lichtman explains that intense heartbreak often impacts patients on the physical, emotional, and functional levels, from insomnia and appetite changes to grief, anhedonia, and rumination, for several months up to a year. "Functionally, this can impair one's ability to work, maintain social relationships, and carry out daily activities, leading to a significant decline in overall quality of life," he says. Holley elaborates that being discarded can push a partner into a prolonged fight-or-flight state, hence my cortisol-fueled distress. Only my impatience surpassed my sadness; I was determined to heal thoroughly but quickly. I was willing and eager to do the work - to feel intensely and process it - but desperate not to let it go on for several months. I threw myself into a healing journey, booking a session with the renowned celebrity shaman Shaman Durek, and even trying an accelerated protocol of Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (SAINT TMS). I attended therapy, listened to the "Expanded Podcast" by To Be Magnetic, regularly journaled, practiced breathwork, and did meditations by Dr. Joe Dispenza. I was making progress, but I needed a breakthrough. Month 2: Ketamine Therapy I spent the first month falling apart, but spent my second rebuilding. After three weeks in Florida, I went to stay at my mom's remote ranch in Abiquiu, NM. There, I visited the office of emergency medicine doctor and ketamine expert David Rosen, MD, of Blue Sky Ketamine in Santa Fe and decided to undergo a series of ketamine IVs. Having first studied the brain and neuroplasticity - what neuroscientist and MD Tara Swart refers to as the brain's lifelong ability to adapt at the neuronal level - at Columbia University in my 20s, I was fascinated by research on psychedelics helping patients recover and heal from trauma. Dr. Lichtman explains that ketamine helps patients "detach from the immediate, intense emotional pain and gain new perspectives on their experience." This shift creates new neural pathways in the brain from a non-emotionally-activated state, which "is crucial to how individuals adjust to and recover from emotional trauma." Neuroscientist and psychiatrist Dave Rabin, PhD, confirms the "therapeutic, drug-induced dream state is helpful for overcoming depression and trauma, including the trauma with breakups." Buffered by the dissociative effects of ketamine, my brain could reprocess the experience from a nonactivated state. Dr. Rabin explains that ketamine also releases trauma that is otherwise stored in the body causing long-term, conditioned effects. This would interrupt the feedback loop between thought, emotion, and physiological response that was fueling my psychosomatic symptoms like my loss of appetite. My Ketamine Therapy Experience I opted for a series of IV infusions, which Dr. Lichtman refers to as the "gold standard." My goal was to undergo roughly five 50-minute IV infusions to "reset" my brain before returning to California. It sounded too good to be true, but I was willing to try. Dr. Rosen encouraged me to continue my therapy and neuroplasticity-promoting practices like breathwork and meditation. I also took a lot of time to speak to friends and cuddle my dog. During my intake appointment, we reviewed my health history, and I explained how my recent breakup was impacting me. It was hard to put into words that I was essentially a shell of myself and could not resume my life as before in my current state. Dr. Rosen was calm and confident, relaying encouraging statistics from emerging research, but nothing boosted my morale - until I experienced it myself. Once treatments started, I chose to fast on mornings before my IVs to eliminate chances of nausea. I wore comfortable clothes - leggings, a sweatshirt, and Converse sneakers - and packed snacks for afterward. They checked my blood pressure and oxygen levels, and I was offered anti-nausea medication (which I accepted) and anti-anxiety medicine (which I declined). A nurse would then set up my IV as I settled into a recliner with blankets, a playlist (I opted for Sigur Ros), noise-canceling headphones, and an eye mask. When it was time to begin my infusion, Dr. Rosen would check in with me and answer my (many) questions. Then he would start the infusion and dim the lights, which was my cue to pull down my eye mask, play my music, and relax. The experience is highly visual, like an immersive ride at Disneyland. To be clear, this was not a micro-dose; I was hallucinating and sedated in a medically facilitated K-hole. I lost awareness of my physical surroundings and turned my attention within. The experience is highly visual, with different scenery, textures, and colors, including sensations of movement, changes in visual perspective, and sounds, like an immersive ride at Disneyland. During one session, I felt like a bee, buzzing and hovering around; in others, I saw everything from my dog to aliens, and felt sensations like floating, expanding, and flying. Sensory distortions aside, I was mentally cognizant and emotionally aware. I remembered the relationship and its demise, but with calm acceptance and no trace of grief or confusion. At times my mind wandered to other topics, like my brain was getting a "spring cleaning" by reworking other memories. Each time I woke up, I was groggy, but the physical symptoms of stress were alleviated. I regained my appetite immediately, and the queasy feeling in my stomach ultimately went away. I usually felt the elevating emotional impact of each infusion the next day. Each infusion was similar to having a weeklong vacation crammed into 50 minutes. My therapist and I both noticed how rapidly I was making emotional progress, and I was able to conduct and write up a celebrity interview on a day off between infusions. I went into my sessions with specific goals in mind, like detaching from the relationship, anchoring myself into the present, and feeling excited about my future - mostly because I dreaded the idea of longing for the past. I also set emotional intentions, like developing a state of calm receptivity (as opposed to wanting to control outcomes), and reconnecting with my passions, like my career. During sessions, I imagined that expansive imagery was a representation of new neural pathways forming; more than once, I sat atop a foamy pink substance, and it expanded. Some sessions also inspired me to take action, like booking a trip. Persistent, London-themed imagery appeared at two consecutive appointments until I consciously decided to book it. In London with my friend Diane, I genuinely had fun and felt like myself again, entering what my friend, astrologer Marie Satori, dubbed my "glow up" era. These experiences helped me rebuild my trust in myself and my intuition. So, Can Ketamine Therapy "Biohack" Heartbreak? After getting back from London at two months post-discard, I had officially moved on. I am happy, reinvested in my career, excited for my future, and ready to date again. I went into my treatment doubtful, but feel that the treatment helped me leverage it into personal growth. I can say unequivocally that ketamine helped me heal my worst-ever heartbreak, and I can always go back for intermittent "booster" infusions if needed. I am most amazed by ketamine infusions' rapidity and efficacy for rehabituating from trauma, and wondered whether I might have "biohacked" heartbreak. "You can absolutely biohack heartbreak and trauma with a little help from psychedelics," says Dave Asprey, entrepreneur and author. "Biohacking is all about taking control of your own biology to get the best results in the least amount of time. [Ketamine facilitates this] in far less time than [neuroplasticity-enhancing modalities like] meditating, doing breathwork, or working with a therapist alone." As Asprey puts it, "more neuroplasticity means more progress in less time" - and that is exactly what I set out to do. But even though this is a medically administered medication (which is on the World Health Organization's List of Essential Medicines), there is a lot of stigma around the topic. People often ask me if I was afraid before my treatments, and the answer is no. I was afraid of the potential detriment to my life if I didn't give healing my best shot. Jessica Ourisman is a freelance beauty and wellness editor who frequently writes about skin care and cosmetic dermatology for POPSUGAR, Harper's Bazaar, Allure, InStyle, The Zoe Report, Coveteur, WWD, and more.
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Planning My Dream Wedding Destroyed My Mental Health

Content warning: The following story contains mentions of suicide. The panic attacks come at night, when it's dark and quiet, and there are no distractions to occupy my brain. Sometimes they bring vivid flashbacks of screaming matches with my parents and stressful phone calls with my in-laws. Other times, they make me feel the pain deep in my chest. The worst is when I feel nothing at all, and I lie wide awake next to the love of my life, wishing I could just stop existing. All because I dared to dream of a perfect wedding. When my husband Rahim and I got engaged in December 2022, we navigated pushback from his religious Indian Hindu family. They were not thrilled that he, one, converted to Islam, and two, wanted to marry a Pakistani Muslim girl. But after countless phone calls between our families and an in-person visit, his family reluctantly came around. I thought the hardest part was over. I never entertained the thought of marriage until I fell in love with my husband. But once I did, getting married and having my dream wedding was all I could think about. I spent months researching vendors and venues, bookmarking budget-friendly hacks, and saving every Desi wedding TikTok I saw. When it came time to put the plans into motion, I opted for simplicity. I knew my parents would be paying for the bulk of the expenses, as is tradition in South Asian cultures, so I wanted to ease their burden. I scaled back on the extravagance and took on most of the planning to cut out the cost of a wedding planner. In my lavender haze, I had forgotten that I was the eldest daughter of strict immigrant parents. Instead of the Big Fat Desi Wedding that was the norm in my culture, I wanted a simple Nikah, an Islamic marriage ceremony, followed by a slightly larger reception. But in my lavender haze, I had forgotten that I was the eldest daughter of strict immigrant parents. They wasted no time inserting their opinion in every detail, big or small. Every single one of my suggestions was met with verbal scrutiny or outright rejection, and I was expected to make all the fixes. Though I had wanted a separate Nikah and reception ceremony, I ended up merging them into one to save my parents money. I wanted a certain makeup artist, but I ended up hiring a different one my mom preferred. I designed the invitations, but they went through a dozen revisions because my parents always found something wrong. I wanted to set boundaries with guests, like requiring them to show up on time, but my parents protested in fear of offending our guests. The criticism was endless and the dismissal was blatant. Rahim helped where he could, but at the time, he was living in another state completing his first year of law school. He was also dealing with his own family, who still felt betrayed by his decisions. I didn't want to burden him more. The wedding became less about celebrating me and my husband, and more about my parents seeking validation from our community and boosting their reputation. I had screaming matches with them every day, followed by weeks when I didn't talk to them at all. At one point, I threatened to cancel the whole wedding in favor of a halal elopement, a simple Nikah at a mosque with only a few guests. This set my parents off even more because as they said, "What would people think?" At night, my anxiety kept me up for hours, forcing me to go over everything that still had to get done and everything that could go wrong. I was lucky if I got more than four hours of sleep. I didn't have the glow of someone who was about to marry the love of her life. Every day felt worse than the last. The worst days brought thoughts of taking my own life. The day of my court wedding in Seattle, I had my first panic attack a half hour before we were supposed to stand in front of a judge and legally bind our union. My mother tagged along to act as a witness and a chaperone. On our way to pick up Rahim to go to the courthouse, running on three hours of sleep and an empty stomach, I snapped. I'm not exactly sure what happened - if we had missed a turn because of our wonky GPS or if my mom had enough of driving aimlessly - but she yelled at me as if it was all my fault. In that moment, I was not myself. All the bottled up emotions from the last few months came spilling forward. I screamed. I cursed. I kicked the dashboard. I sobbed. I will never forget the look on my mom's face. She looked genuinely frightened, and I don't blame her. All of my anger and frustration in that moment was directed at her. I no longer wanted to go to our court marriage, looking the way I did. I was hyperventilating, with my mascara running, my white dress stained, my heart hammering, and my stomach still empty. I managed to compose myself, but in that moment, I just wanted to die. I felt ashamed that I had a panic attack in public. I felt guilty that I cursed at my mom. I felt angry that Rahim didn't take me seriously at first because he was focused on getting to the courthouse on time. I was heartbroken that my parents didn't understand the pain they caused me. After some gentle conversation, Rahim convinced me to get moving. I cried the whole way to the courthouse while desperately trying to fix my appearance. But the courthouse was gorgeous, and our small, intimate ceremony was beautiful despite the events of the past hour. My mom and Rahim never spoke of it again. But that day stayed with me. I had never had a panic attack in my life. After that day, I had one almost every night leading up to the wedding. Even now, nearly 10 months into my marriage, they come to me, and the only way to ward them off is anxiety medication. The week leading up to the wedding was chaotic and stressful. My in-laws were upset that Rahim and I omitted some people from the processional. My parents were having their own breakdowns. I told Rahim that there was still time to ditch the wedding and elope, but he lovingly reminded me that would only make things worse. Our wedding day came and went, and it was fine, though I try not to think about it too much. I remember feeling beautiful in my wedding dress. I remember Rahim and I laughing through our first look because we were terrorized by a group of geese. I remember crying when I saw the decorated reception hall because it was exactly how I envisioned it. The guests loved the wedding and would tell us so for months to come, much to my parents' delight. My in-laws were all smiles. My parents glowed with pride. I stuck to Rahim's side the entire night, happy that it was all over. Most people look back on their wedding day with fondness. When I think about mine, my heart rate speeds up, my chest constricts, and my breathing staggers. When it was time for the rukhsati, the sendoff at the end of the ceremony that signifies a bride departing from her parents' home to her husband's, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. It's usually an emotional, heartfelt goodbye. Most brides cry during theirs. But I sped through it, my eyes completely dry. I hugged a few family members, got in our rented Audi R8, and told Rahim to f-ing drive. Most people look back on their wedding day with fondness. When I think about mine, my heart rate speeds up, my chest constricts, and my breathing staggers. Maybe I sound ungrateful and overdramatic. But I know it should not have been that hard to have a wedding I was happy with. I shouldn't be so traumatized that I can't even look at my professional wedding photos and videos – something my in-laws paid a lot of money for – without triggering a panic attack. And it certainly should never have gotten to the point where I was contemplating taking my own life. My relationship with my parents is back to normal, which for us means avoiding talking about our feelings and acting like we didn't say the most heinous things to each other. Maybe my parents have moved on, but I'm still feeling the effects of what they put me through. And when I do show quiet resentment, I instantly feel guilty about not being a good daughter. I love them dearly, and I'm working on trying to forgive them. They're human. They wanted my wedding to be their moment, too. I remind myself that forgiving them is the Islamic thing to do. As far as my in-laws go, a flip switched as soon as the Nikah was performed. Suddenly, I wasn't the Muslim girl who stole their son. I was their daughter. They spoil me endlessly and tell me they love me every chance they get. My father-in-law calls me his butterfly. Though a part of me remains reserved due to their past behavior, I'm eternally grateful for them. Most importantly, I'm married to the best person I know. I get to spend every single day with Rahim, my best friend, who is the kindest, most gentle soul I know. He is by my side through every step of my healing journey. Because of him, everything I went through was almost worth it. Almost. Bareerah Zafar is a Seattle-based journalist who turned her high school reputation of "angry brown girl" into a career in writing. Her work focuses on intersectional stories covering lifestyle, travel, identity, and social justice.
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Brittany Mahomes’s “Spicy” Hair Color is Trending

Image Source: Getty/David Eulitt / Contributor Brittany Mahomes has ditched her signature blond hair for something a little more "spicy." On April 11, the entrepreneur posted a series of professional photos on her Instagram debuting the brand-new look, featuring a fresh cut and one of this year's trendiest hair colors: "bropper." The dye job comes courtesy of hairstylist Laurabeth Cabott, who styled Mahomes's new red hair into long, voluminous curls for the shoot. For the unfamiliar, bropper is an earthy red shade that is a cross between brown and copper, and has been trending all over Hollywood. Rather than lean in to the Kansas City Chiefs color full-on, this hue provides a more natural transition to red. While it's a popular choice among brunettes, it can also work well for people with lighter hair, like Mahomes, provided you approach it the right way. "Bropper is achieved by blending painted pieces of copper, amber, and brown shades of varying depth and lightness throughout the hair," Lauren Mildice, a colorist at Maxine Salon in Chicago, previously told POPSUGAR. The result is a near-cinnamon shade that is particularly flattering with highlights - perfect for if you want to leave a few pieces of your blond base color peeking through. Mahomes new look is the cherry on top of the red trend taking over the beauty space right now. So whether you're on the hunt for a new hair color yourself or just like keeping up with one of Taylor Swift's new friends, take a few cues from Mahomes's transformation for your own spring reset. Ariel Baker is the assistant editor for POPSUGAR Beauty. Her areas of expertise include celebrity news, beauty trends, and product reviews. She has additional bylines with Essence and Forbes Vetted.
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This 30-Day Plank Challenge Is the Switch-Up Your Fitness Routine Needs

Planks are a quintessential bodyweight exercise you can do any time, anywhere. They're a fantastic exercise to keep in your fitness toolbelt because they can help strengthen so many crucial areas of your body. That's why PS created a 30-day plank challenge you can do at home. The goal of this plank challenge is to target multiple parts of your core (obliques, abdominals, back, glutes), along with a bit of shoulder engagement. Here's how it works: Each week, you'll repeat the same seven types of planks (with some optional modifications to make the moves more challenging) so you can feel your progress over the month. The 30 days finishes with two days of a bonus plank challenge designed to test your strength. It's important to note that everyone is different, and may be starting this challenge from various fitness levels. As such, I'm including a time range to hold each plank, rather than a fixed amount of time - you should hold for as long as possible until you fatigue and form begins to waver. Each week, try to hold it for a bit longer than the week before. But respect your body's needs. Add in days of complete rest if you need or want the extra recovery. And always check with your doctor or trainer before starting a totally new-to-you fitness routine, to get personalized advice and modifications. 30-Day Plank Challenge: How to Do the Moves Standard Plank Start on all fours with your hands and knees on the ground. Your hands should be directly below your shoulders. Extend one leg straight behind you, then the other, so your feet are about hip-width apart and you're balancing on your toes. Engage your core to maintain stability. Think about pulling your belly button in toward your spine, and tucking your tailbone slightly. Your body should form a straight line from the top of your head to your heels. Keep your neck long, looking down at the floor, slightly in front of your hands. Side Plank Lie on your right side. Prop yourself up on your forearm, with your elbow right below your shoulder. Extend your legs, and stack your left foot on top of your right. Press into your right foot and elbow, and engage your obliques to lift your hips up. Your body should form a straight line from head to heels. Keep your neck long, and make sure your hips are stacked. Hold for the designated time then repeat on the left side. Forearm Plank Start on all fours with your forearms and knees on the ground.Your elbows should be directly below your shoulders. Extend one leg straight behind you, then the other, so your feet are about hip-width apart and you're balancing on your toes. Engage your core to maintain stability. Think about pulling your belly button in toward your spine, and tucking your tailbone slightly. Your body should form a straight line from the top of your head to your heels. Keep your neck long, looking down at the floor, slightly in front of your hands. Plank with Shoulder Tap Start in a plank position with your shoulders over your wrists, core engaged, and tailbone slightly tucked. Step your feet out so they're shoulder-width apart or slightly wider. While maintaining stability in the rest of your body, lift up your right hand to tap your left shoulder. With control, place your right hand back on the floor. Repeat on the opposite side, tapping your right shoulder with your left hand. Plank Jack Start in a plank position with your shoulders over your wrists, core engaged, and feet together. Jump your feet out wider than hip-width and then hop them back together. Try to keep your pelvis and torso steady, and don't let your hips lift or dip. Side Plank Hip Dip Lie on your right side. Prop yourself up on your forearm, with your elbow right below your shoulder. Extend your legs, and stack your left foot on top of your right. Press into your right foot and elbow, and engage your obliques to lift your hips up. Allow your hips to dip towards the floor, then engage your obliques to lift your hips back to the starting point. Continue for the designated time then repeat on the left side. Plank Up-Down Start in a high plank position. Lower your right elbow to the floor directly below your shoulders, then do the same with your left, coming into a forearm plank. Place your right hand on the mat, and straighten your right elbow. Do the same on the left to return to a high plank. Throughout the movement, engage your core to maintain stability. (Note: If you're having trouble keeping your hips in place, try bringing your feet a bit wider apart.) POPSUGAR 30-Day Plank Challenge Kristine Thomason is a lifestyle writer and editor based in Southern California. Previously, she was the health and fitness director at Mindbodygreen and the fitness and wellness editor at Women's Health. Kristine's work has also appeared in POPSUGAR, Travel + Leisure, Men's Health, Health, and Refinery29, among others.
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