My skin so frequently felt like an ill-fitting sweater… And I was constantly trying to adjust my skeleton underneath. I didn’t have language for it at the time, I just knew something felt a bit off. Not injured, not broken, just…compressed. Misplaced. Like my body and I were negotiating around tension instead of moving together. I used to say things like, “it feels like my whole body is on a swivel,” or “my head feels so heavy my neck can’t even hold it up…” Sometimes it felt like my limbs were being pulled too far into their sockets; other times I was seemingly bracing just to stay upright. One shoulder always a little higher than the other. Clothing that never fit quite right - no matter what my weight was. I was constantly shifting, stretching, cracking. Pulling my shoulders back. Lifting my chest. Tucking my pelvis. Trying to stand taller, move better, hold myself a little more comfortably. What I didn’t realize then was that my body wasn’t failing me, it was adapting to the environment I kept it living in. The shape and feeling I thought I was simply born to live with, actually weren’t fixed at all. So much of what I assumed was permanent - the way I stood, the way I moved, even the way my body held and displayed tension or texture - was actually quite responsive. Adaptable. Alive. The sweater of my skin was trying to tell me a story. My body wasn’t wrong; I just couldn’t comprehend its language yet. And that feeling showed up everywhere - mostly in very ordinary common ways: Pants that never fit quite right. Waistband that shifted. Straps that slid or dug in, no matter the size. It took 33 years to realize that nothing was “wrong” with the clothes or my body, for that matter. It had been holding me together the best it could, within the space I was allowing it. Clothing is cut for a skeleton that’s organized, and mine had been quietly compensating for a long time. As research into fascia continues to evolve, it’s becoming clearer why so many of these sensations feel familiar to so many people. Fascia isn’t just connective tissue - it’s a body-wide communication network. A living matrix that transmits tension, pressure, force, and information from head to toe. A language, actively speaking to us at all moments of the day, if we’re willing to listen.