Go. Heal Thyself, Girl! A story of personal healing Ever since I gave birth to Thing 1 I’ve struggled with slouching. I figured it was a combination of things; engorged breasts, that would have won money in a wet t-shirt contest, muscle fatigue from holding a well fed baby, and stomach muscles that had been stretched beyond reason. Two more babies and nine more years under my belt and I’m still struggling with slouching. In fact it’s been getting worse. For at least the last year and a half I’ve been consciously trying to fix the problem. I check in with myself regularly throughout the day, “Am I slouching? Yes! Stop that!” I’ve been working on my core trying to bolster those muscles and give my shoulders a break. All to no avail. What is my problem? I was a dancer for heaven sake. Dancers don’t slouch! They have lovely posture (and small breasts, I might a...
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