My love hate relationship with corsets

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.