When we're sad, we slouch. We also slouch when we feel scared or powerless.
I'm a stand up comic and I always sit and slouch, and I got my girlfriend pregnant on my sterile uncles pull-out couch.
I don't mind wearing a corset, it informs your posture, changes the way you move, you can't slouch.
I used to be six foot four. Now that I'm old, I slouch. So, I'm six foot three.
I'm a sloucher, sort of, when nobody's looking.
Although my mother didn't necessarily approve of teenage girls wearing heels, she made an exception for me when I was 14 because she didn't want me to be self-conscious about my height - or to slouch.
All my life I've tried to hide my height. I was taller than everybody else and stood out, so I would slouch and try to hide it.
Never slouch as doing so compresses the lungs, overcrowds other vital organs, rounds the back, and throws you off balance.
Yes, I slouch. My mother tells me that.
Unslumping yourself is not easily done.
On my own, I have very bad posture; I'm clunky.
What flaw could you possibly find in his appearance?" "His posture," Hannah muttered. "What about it?" "He slouches." "He's an American. They all slouch. The weight of their wallets drags them over.
The reality is: when you're slouched over, not only are you not using the full potential of your brain, but you look untrustworthy.
