A Plea From Your Lower Back

It’s me, your lower back. I don’t know how much longer I have left. You have to listen to me. Please, sit up straight. I’m begging you.

I’m so curved and compressed. What happened to my beautiful form? You used to treat me so well. I used to be in line with the rest of your body. But now I feel displaced, crushed, and forgotten.

You never used to sit this…