Young Adults & Posture

It happened on a Tuesday afternoon while I was folding a mountain of laundry. My fourteen-year-old daughter bent down to snag a stray sock from the floor, and my heart nearly stopped. One side of her rib cage seemed to jut up higher than the other, like a small, unexpected hill under her t-shirt. I … Read more

I remember the exact moment my neck decided it had enough. I was slumped on the couch, chin buried in my chest, scrolling through a feed I didn’t even care about. When I finally tried to look up, a sharp, hot wire of pain shot from the base of my skull all the way down … Read more

The moment I caught my reflection in the darkened screen of my iPad after a two-hour scrolling session, I didn’t just see a person; I saw a human question mark. My shoulders were hunched toward my ears, my chin was practically glued to my collarbone, and I looked like I was carrying the weight of … Read more

I remember the night I almost threw my controller across the room—not out of rage, but because my fingers literally wouldn’t let go of the triggers. My right hand had locked into a stiff, painful claw shape during an intense raid. It is a terrifying feeling when your body just stops responding to your brain. … Read more

I’ll never forget the sound of my son’s backpack hitting the hardwood floor after school last Tuesday. It sounded like a bag of literal bricks. Thud. When he looked up at me, his shoulders were rounded forward, his chin was jutting out like a turtle’s, and he was immediately rubbing the base of his skull. … Read more

I’ll never forget the sight of my youngest son, barely ten years old, groaning as he stood up from the dinner table. He was rubbing his lower back with a look of genuine discomfort that you usually only see in people twice his age. It hit me like a ton of bricks. We expect our … Read more

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I walked past the dining room and saw my son, Leo, looking like a human question mark. His chin was almost touching the table, and his shoulders were hiked up to his ears while he struggled with a math worksheet. It was a visceral gut punch. Here I … Read more

I remember walking into my living room last Tuesday and seeing my son, Leo, basically melted into the fabric of our sectional. His chin was pinned to his chest, his shoulders were rounded like a bowling ball, and his spine resembled a comma more than a human skeletal structure. I opened my mouth to give … Read more

I was halfway through a late-night scroll—probably looking at vintage cast iron pans—when it happened. My pinky finger went completely cold. Not cold like the weather, but cold like it didn’t belong to my body anymore. I shook my hand, expecting a quick tingle of pins and needles, but nothing changed. My neck felt like … Read more

I watched my son, Leo, try to swing his backpack onto his shoulders last Tuesday. He actually grunted. Then, he tilted forward at a forty-five-degree angle just to keep from falling over. It hit me right then—I was letting him carry half his body weight to school every morning. I felt like a total failure … Read more