The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Reminders of normalcy

So, the ex used to "remind" me that I was fiddling with my toes. Well, duh, yeah. I'd managed to push my toes into a more normal position throughout my childhood, and that habitual manipulation worked. I wasn't doing myself any harm, I found it comforting to put my fingers between my toes, but he saw it as a bad habit, that he was "helping" me be aware of and stop. He also "reminded" me when I was standing with more weight on one foot or the other, as though it were bad posture, rather than normal weight shifting.

It's called Controposto.

He's old and alone now.

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