I did not notice how far forward I was folding - until a video call showed me my own posture.
There I was: shoulders rounded, chin drifting toward the screen, chest collapsed. I had told myself it was normal. Just a long day. Just deadlines. Just one more email.
Except it was not one day. It was every day.
Hours of typing. Scrolling. Meetings. Gaming. Driving. Every screen session made it easier to settle into the same forward slump - and harder to notice it while it was happening.
I tried the usual advice: sit up straight. I adjusted my chair. I stretched when I remembered. I even stuck notes on my monitor. None of it lasted, because willpower cannot correct a habit you do not catch in the moment.
That is the frustrating truth: posture rarely falls apart in one dramatic moment. It drifts - one distracted hour at a time.