Sleeping in a corset is no easy feat. Upon waking up to change your corset for the day you get to find these lovely corset hugs
They are such deep impressions from the steel bones that I can't help but feel the need to rub them.
Sleeping in a corset is no easy feat. Upon waking up to change your corset for the day you get to find these lovely corset hugs
They are such deep impressions from the steel bones that I can't help but feel the need to rub them.
Life is full of surprises and ever lasting turns. I'm glad to have had time to learn to love myself. Even though it's been a hard battle. Your either too fat or too skinny and there's no in-between. You just can't win at that.
Never have I had a harder day in my corset. The constant loosening and tightening throughout the day is driving me absolutely insane. Pro tip, do not, I repeat do not drink carbonated beverages with a corset on. What an absolute nightmare.
In my hallway are two mirrors directly across from one another. Just for the sole purpose of being able to watch my hands lace myself into a corset. However on a newer corset of mine where the laces are a close color to the corset itself, I've found that I do not have enough lighting in the hallway to see such a thing as a difference between the corset and the laces. Given maybe that was the purpose of the color choice 🤔.
You would think by now I would remember to always follow the rule and the rule is socks and shoes before corset. Literally the corset is the last thing to put on because bending down to put your boots on afterwards is a no go. Yet every morning I forget and put my corset on first and then proceed to struggle to put my boots on.
Oh, my vast and forever extending collection of corsets. How I've come to love you all, from the hourglass frame you give me to the way you squeeze me in all the right places. Yet how I've also come to hate you. I hate how you make my body ache after wearing you all day. How you leave my ribs sore and bruised. Yet how I cannot persuade myself to not select one of you out and lace myself into you, perhaps slightly too tight. Do I need to be able to breathe? Absolutely not. Breathing is not needed here, only a tiny waist. Yes it's become more of an obsession. I must always have the next new corset i can get my hands on.