spineless

My spine protrudes.

Maybe not really protrudes. I might be exaggerating. But the thing is THERE.

I didn't want it there in elementary or middle school when we were doing sit-ups on the hard gym floor.

It was excruciating then.

And at times, like sitting & hugging my knees in a swimsuit on a cement slab next to the pool, freezing and listening to my swim coach, I felt, and maybe even looked like a stegosaurus.

Now, that was not an exaggeration.

It was there when I got married and my husband thought I had an awesome back.

Too much information? Maybe, but there you have it.

I think my family is just genetically skinny on top. Ribs show, spine shows. That's how we were born. Thank heavens for that because the older we get in life, those of us that got a generous dose of man legs from our dad, still get called "skinny" because of the little top we got from our mom.

Optical illusion? Maybe, but I'll take it.

After 3 kids, it wasn't there anymore.

8th grade me rejoices and runs around squealing, glad to be "normal." The rest of me, the part that became grateful for a little bit of skeleton showing through, said, "Hmmmmm."

But.....(insert drum roll)...... it's back. And it's welcome.

It must be the running, because other than that and a dabble or two of yoga, I haven't been doing much else.

And I'm happy to be just a little less spineless.