I remember when I was all of but 12 and my mom could not figure out why I was growing up with a one-sided hip. It really was curvature of the spine (scoliosis). It was horrible the doctor told my mom and its either surgery or braces. I chose the brace -- the thought of wearing a body cast for 9 months was unbearable. Just as well the stares I received from people in the public was just awful. The day I came home with it on most of my family was at the house waiting. It was the first time I cried for practically an hour without stopping. The embarrassment I felt was just cruelty. The brace was all metal all around the neck while holding your chin up and head straight. It was the beginning of my unforeseen journey of visits to doctors which I still continue to do today.
Many days I wish I would of had the surgery -- the one-sided hip still exist.
Funny thing about it when I walk people think its cute because my hips do this double twist which appears to others that I am switching, but I'm not -- its my little secret.
Fondly,
Adrienne
From a Patient's Perspective