I recently took this photo of myself doing a workout and when I looked at it, I remembered… I have scoliosis! I mean… I never forget, having scoliosis means living with chronic back pain… like EVERY SINGLE DAY but I forget sometimes that it means I’m twisted… unless I see a photo like this or catch a video of me walking (which looks titled to me every time but someone goes unnoticed by everyone else.
My diagnosis (I cant remember the exact terms used) is a 5 degree curve of my last 3 lumbars and no cartilage between the lumbar and backbone because its fused together (basically, no “wiggle” room – making turns and twists uncomfortable to painful.
What this means for me is some days my back is a dull ache and some days its downright excruciating. It means that clothes fit differently and even my face and smile is off (most people don’t notice). It means as much as I love it, I will never be able to ballroom dance gracefully like most of my family members (but at least now I have an answer to why it was so frustrating for my partners growing up – my dad, brother or uncles, when I could not follow their lead without tripping them up). It means that workouts are extra hard and recovery even more so. It means that I’m off centered most of the time and coordination challenged (this shows up as clumsy) basically… I’m a twisted sista.
I think my head is on straight though… although that might be up for debate.