Sentence examples for repositioned my from inspiring English sources

As I was trying to move myself around on the rocks to try and sort of get up, trying to basically work out what had happened, I had something digging in my back, and, as strange as it sounds, it was incredibly uncomfortable, so I repositioned my shoulders, reached behind me, and I pulled a leg and a foot.

I'd been trying to find the man who repositioned my poppy and told me his story about it on Tuesday, to let him know how... Ms Lowton, 48, said: "A lovely military man selling poppies stopped me today and asked if he could reposition mine – while doing so he told me that women should wear their poppy on the right side".

I quickly repositioned my feet right as we were going into the first curve… oops!

Combining the two has enabled me to achieve things that seemed impossible at my lowest point, including repositioning my company, writing a book and taking up abstract painting.

"First they were going to cut out my tonsils, and if that didn't work, they would break my jaw and reset it to reposition my tongue, and finally they would cut out the roof of my mouth.

But the rejection forced me to reposition my brand's image, going back to the original product that launched me in the first place, the wrap dress.

Meanwhile I was being pummled in my mouth and on my nose, and after every punch I was just helpfully repositioning my head in the firing line.

Meanwhile I was being pummeled in my mouth and on my nose, and after every punch I was just helpfully repositioning my head in the firing line.

Well, I recently finished repositioning my business brand to reflect a quality that I help my clients invite into their lives when they lead and innovate.

I'm wearing a nice dress and heels; I reposition my handbag as I open the door and catch sight of my nails (which I keep impeccably manicured in a wine-red shellac  ―  I'm stereotypically high-femme, as was my mother), and all of a sudden I'm super conscious of my labia rubbing together as I step over the threshold.

Of course this was not the best of times, and, reanimated by a deep-frozen Mars Bar the Scots had forced into the relevant hole in my balaclava, I regret I may have belittled the forthcoming celestial phenomenon with startling frankness, indeed to the ungracious extent of wishing it intimately repositioned about my person.