I was the tallest girl in my high school class. My mother was always reminding me to stand up straight. “SB,” she would whisper in my ear, her not-so-so gentle reminder to hold my Shoulders Back.
Now, years later, I have figured out that my rounded shoulders are partly genetic, but also partly the result of my trying to hide the fact that I was taller than most of the boys in my high school class.
But I’m still trying to improve my posture. I think it’s good for my health among other things. So the other day I asked Peter if he would gently remind me to correct my posture when he sees me slumping.
He responded by saying he doesn’t nag. Wonder what that implied?