like a frat-house version of detox?is a deeper-than-deep massagelike manipulation during which connective tissue, fascia, is stretched and moved (ouch) from adjacent tissue. As my rolfer probes and presses between my ribs and joints with her hands, my eyes tear up, but she says she can feel my back lengthening under her fingers. After three months of mindful posturing and some deep-tissue work, I've gained a new ease. I truly feel taller, and whenever I relapse into a slump from tension or forgetfulness, I self-correct. When I check back with FitzGibbon to see how my present self stacks up against the previous me, she immediately applauds my alignment. My shoulders, now even, are closer to the table by half an inch. Then I stand against the wall. FitzGibbon pulls up the tape. The news is better than good: I have gained back that quarter inch. I know my spine hasn't literally grown, but I've learned how to maximize my height. I am no longer a question mark. I look more like an exclamation point! Your information has been saved and an account has been created for you giving you full access to everything elle.com and Hearst Digital Media Network have to offer. To change your username and/or password or complete your profile, click here .