Braced not Broken
When I was thirteen, my spine developed a curve. I stood up nice and straight; but somehow, my back didn’t. I’d learnt about how straight the spine was meant to be several years earlier because someone else in our family had developed scoliosis and needed to have a steel rod fused to their back. The doctors assured me there was no evidence that the condition was genetic, however. It just happened, they said, randomly. So, I didn’t worry. My mum did though. She worried enough