Apart from not being very tall, skinny or possessing overly-developed cheekbones, the other thing that prevented me from making a career as a catwalk model is that I’m quite clumsy. I drop things, trip over my own feet, bump into doorways and I have bruised hips from a lifetime of bumping into tables. I also have poor hand-eye coordination so I was never good at ball games. I’ve never worried too much about any of this and have just got on with being a bit less than elegant.
Yesterday I was at my Pilates class at the gym and my instructor was getting really frustrated by my inability to perform a simple maneuver without falling over and losing my balance. I thought it was hilarious because I really don’t have good balance and I wasn’t too worried if I couldn’t do the exercise and we’d move onto something else. At the end of the session he asked me if I thought I could be dyspraxic. No. I couldn’t be, I’m just clumsy. I was about to go into a rant about applying labels to people who just do normal things not as well as other people might do them but I couldn’t be bothered because I needed a shower.
(Something that annoys me beyond what is reasonable is when people who aren’t very good at spelling have persuaded themselves that they’re dyslexic.)