I imagine that to most people who know me it’s no surprise that I absolutely love corsets. I have three right now, that I wish were proper corsets, but my budget cannot stretch to buying a Proper Corset, so instead I have the sort that still function like a corset but have zippers up the back instead of hook, eyes and ties.

Once my diet is complete and if we can pay some things off I hope to be able to treat myself to a Proper Corset; but in the mean time I’m actually measuring my weight loss by which of my corset tops I can fit into. I can now fit into two of my corset tops, although the second, smaller one is a bit like stuffing a sausage, but in about six more pounds it should fit me very well.

The final corset top I have — that will be a bit of a longer time before I can fit into that one, but it will be a good indicator that I’m right at my goal weight, because the last time that I was able to get into that corset was right around the time I got married.

I absolutely love wearing corsets. I suppose it’s just the attraction to that sort of era. Now the attention that you get is an added bonus in some respects, but I’d prefer that attention when I was feeling a bit better about the way that I look. Sure it’s nice to have people comment on your chest, but I always feel that secretly they’re going, “Gods, what is she doing? Why is she wearing that?” so I have to be in a really good mood before I go out in one lately, and it’s going to be a while before I go out in public even in the ones that fit because I feel too exposed.

This however is part of negative programming. I need to celebrate the fact that I’ve lost 20lbs rather than dwelling on the fact that I’m still over 200lbs in weight. So, that’s why I went out in my corset when we went to see “Wolverine” last week, because I could fit in it and that was a cause for celebration. It’s part of trying to re-frame my own attitude and restore my self esteem.