The C♂rset Blog

August 1, 2024

I did take all yesterday off from the corset. Debated sleeping in it, but didn’t. I wasn’t sure what calores cracked chicken had for dinner, so my weigh in this morning was a pleasant surprise of 155.6lbs. Cinched to 31.0" today at 9:30. After watching a Lucy’s Corsetry YouTube video, I’m pretty sure that the front and rear busks are meant to bend, so my theory is that this underbust corset was made for shorter people. It is not long enough to grab both a bit of ribcage and bend over the top of my butt. To make it work, I think I need to err on the low side to get the rear ties to stop poking me, and bend over my butt instead. It’s a very small adjustment, but again shows me why my research says “off the rack” ones are just starters, and custom is what you need for ongoing use. Still, I should hit my weight goal, then reassess the whole situation. Oh, and oatmeal and applesauce is too much corseted. Smaller meals.

1:15. I left the corset case on the desk and she found it and pressed about it. She knows now. Her response was to go hide in the bathroom. Probably not good. I took it off.

She’s on her computer, crying.

It’s 2:20. She hasn’t talked to me. Guess this was all not worth it, everything. She left to pick up a kid from school and won’t be back until tonight. I guess this is pretty much what I expected to happen, though some part of me keeps imaginging that she might have taken a curious or supportive reaction. “Hey, tell me more” would have been so much different than waffling between silent anger and tears. I couldn’t possibly continue now knowing this is her attitude. The timing on buying the Fitbit scale is unfortunate. I went to cancel it, but they’re already “preparing for shipment.” And to think, this morning I was wondering where to put my thoughts when I filled this notebook up.

As as I conclude this experiment, I feel like final words, a conclusion, is in order? A summary or review? the TLDR…

My clothes didn’t fit anymore. Putting my belt on the last hole wasn’t something I wanted to resort to, so I wore it two or three holes in, which jacked pants up into my crotch, and everything hurt - my nuts, waist, and pride. Then a coworker says I’m fat and my boss gives me that smirking sideways nod…

For whatever the rationale, I used a gift card to buy a corset. I was 162lbs. I fixed my posture, it felt like a hug, my lower back pain went away, it was a catalyst to have me do yoga to maike sure I didn’t somehow atrophy in the waist. I had a vision to wear it and maybe a custom one somday. I list 1.25lbs per week, 6.4 total.

And then I guess I hoped I would hit my weight goal before it blew up. I can lose weight without the corset. I did it after a long cruise. A the end here, I don’t think there’s really much I can say, or thing to do to patch the damage I just did. I hid spending again, and probably scared her into thinking I’m turning trans or something. Rotten family really make it hard for her not to jump to that extreme. So each morning I wore the corset, I wanted to. I liked it. It reminded me when I ate too much. ANd yet, Wife is going back to her cold recluse state I’m sure. She’ll draw her own conclusions and resolve. She’ll hide herself more, physically and otherwise. Over 6.4lbs, which I probably could have done without this family outcome. And as I documented all these thoughts, I kinda wonder if she read them that if would only make things worse. Saying you should try one and see for yourself seems like and argument I want to make, but I don’t think that’s the line of thought in her head right now. And I don’t know that even if I gave this log to her that I would really ever figure out what’s going on in her mind. SHe’s a mystery to me, even two decades later. It seems like we have taboo topics that just stay that way. Back in the skirt episode, she approved some to keep, and the rest to sell. I would wear them more often, butt I feel like she still diapproves, but is compromising, so I don’t, unless we’re far from people she knows. She doesn’t even really like the polyester kilts, either. I ought to just put them in storage and see that she probably is happy (at least about that), even though I’ll miss them.

Measurement start:

Measurement end:

Squish at waist from 30.5 to 29