I’ve always had bad posture. For the first decade and a half of my life, it probably had to do with the fact that my peers came up to my belly-button. A severe introvert can pack themselves full of shame and self-loathing when they are literally forced to stand out from the crowd. Think giraffe in a world full of adorable penguins.
Ironically, now that I am living in the stubbiest part of Spain where I tower head and shoulders over most Andalusians, I am no longer ashamed of my height. I know people look at me in awe or call me “the long one” when they talk about me or add me to their marriageable women list simply because I’m hard not to notice. But, I’ve grown used to it, and like I said, it doesn’t bother me (well, except for the last point).
So, where does today’s bad posture come from? The curvature of my spine is still not curvaturing the right way. I lower my aching back into bed at night with a feeble, geriatric groan, “Whyyyyy?”
You can try to blame my back pain on FHP (Forward Head Posture) and count the hours I spend on my laptop. You can put a book on my head and tell me to walk across the room. Or you can tell me it’s an attitude problem and blather about the advantages of reaching that top shelf. But, folks, my legs are taller than my kitchen counters. Yep. I can almost sit on my counters without even getting up on tiptoes. So talk about reaching shelves all you want, but how often do I reach for the extra spices on that top shelf and how often do I wash my dishes?
The real culprit to most tall people’s back pain is that the world was not made for tall people.
I’ve been known to pull up a chair to wash the dishes. Sometimes as I work in the kitchen, I spread my legs apart so my cupboards and I can work together comfortably. Tables are too low for us long-necked diners who dribble most of our soup before it reaches our mouths. Clothing is too short in one place or another. Beds with footboards are nightmare-inducing. When we bend, we have to bend further than normal people. When we fall, we’re more likely to be injured since the ground is farther away. And please don’t recline your airplane seat on a tall person’s knees.
What is a tall person’s response to this? At least for some of us, it’s bad posture that becomes a habit. It’s sort of a peace treaty in a war that has too many battles.
The next time you see a hunched tall person, have a little sympathy. Their posture probably has less to do with shame and more to do with acceptance of a world not made tall enough for them.
For the record, I enjoy being tall. But I do sometimes wish I could prop my counters up on concrete blocks.
Are you short? Tell me what it’s like to be short, because I honestly have no idea. 😉
For another perspective on “tall” (and some fabulously creative illustrations) visit: What Is It Like to Be a Tall Girl?
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4 thoughts on “The Hunchback of Mytown”
Only a writer as talented and creative as you could make something as ordinary as “height” into an enchanting read!! “Think giraffe in a world of adorable penguins!” Cracked me up!! Just FYI… I have always admired giraffes!!
Thank you, Naomi! Life as a tall person definitely has its challenges but also its charm.
The reason I chose “giraffe” was because of that awkwardly long neck. 😂
I feel your pain. Truly. Both the emotional and the physical. I started laughing at the peers–at-the-bellybutton line, because YES! And I’m sitting here hunched and aching, ready to lower my geriatric self gingerly into my non-footended bed. So much empathy…and empathetic giggling.
It’s so nice to be understood, isn’t it? 😉 There are enough of us out there that we don’t have to feel completely alone… even if the world was not made for us.