What if the simple act of sweating became the loudest symbol of everything you're fighting against? This afternoon, I wandered to the library—no particular plan, just searching for space to breathe. As the thermometer crept past 104°F, every drop of sweat morphed into a mirror reflecting my daily struggle living without a home.Your Body, Betraying Your SpiritI felt the sweat starting, and instantly, the questions circled my mind. How do you show up as “presentable” when you can’t shower until...