Posture, the word I keep tossing around, sometimes bothering to augment, though often not.
I have written structural posture believing it may help people understand, realize I mean something different from sitting up straight at the dinner table, but I fear this has not done the job.
I need a primer, something to aid the translation, and it may have just dawned on me. What a person that knew me well before things started changing would be that my body type has changed.
I have moved muscle that was wrapped around my thighs and moved them up into my hips. I have allowed internal organs shoved up under my rib cage and allowed them to drop into my core. I moved muscle and tendons that trapped my shoulders forward and my arms rotated (anterior to the left) into a more "normal" position.
Upon learning my weight, I was often told, "You carry it well." Could they have been more wrong?
I just did not look heavy because the muscle and fat was all in places it was not meant to be. No wonder I could always win at a "Guess Your Weight" booth.
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Perhaps, now, with this greater clarification of my postural changes, the way my muscles literally sit upon my bone, the previous entries will make a bit more sense.
Perhaps not. It is late and I am exhausted. So, this may not mean what I think it means in the morning.
Not under the influence of anything at the moment, but I do well recall those profound thoughts, late at night, stoned or whatever, that were not so profound in the morning. Of course, perhaps I merely forgot to add a primer like "body type" that would have given the previous night's insight a proper translation for the morning version of myself. Maybe they were profound after all . . .