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>>Ladies, >>A comment by Lil brought back a flood of memories, >>sleeping in corsets. Please forgive this long post, >>but the recollections are so vivid and compelling, I >>have to share them. >>Mom put me into a girdle when I was 12 and that was >>the beginning of my journey. Within a few months, she >>had me wearing a waist cincher over that. She said >>the cinch was essential if I was to have a proper >>waist. My two older cousins had worn corsets from an >>early age had lovely tiny waists. When they were >>married, they each wore Grandma's wedding dress and >>Mom so much wanted that for me. She called it a >>"waspie", but it would be better described as >>under-bust corset. It was back-laced with a coutil >>waist tape and made for tight lacing, which was her >>practice. She would lace it as tightly as she could, >>wait a half hour or so, then tighten it again. Sunday >>mornings she had me wake up early so she could do a >>third lacing and sometimes a fourth if there was time >>before church. We lived in a conservative part of the >>country where laced stays were still common. Most of >>the women and many girls wore corsets. Everyone >>dressed their best to church, which means they were >>laced their tightest. You could tell by the way they >>moved - or didn't. Never bending at the waist, never >>slouching, sitting absolutely upright in the pews. I >>couldn't help but notice that some of the older girls >>had waists smaller than mine. When I followed them as >>we filed out, I have to confess I was envious. After >>a few months of daily wear, Mom had me wear the cinch >>to bed one night. From then on, she allowed it off >>only for bathing, followed by immediate relacing. >>Since I couldn't remove it unaided I wore it as she >>wanted - day and night, and always tight laced. Mom >>made certain I couldn't loosen the laces at night, for >>she said that was the only way I was ever going to >>have a respectable waist. The gains attained by her >>Sunday lacings were always maintained and sometimes >>increased during the week. Gradually, my waist grew >>smaller and I felt I could begin to compete with the >>other girls in my pew. I had wonderful posture - >>shoulders back, chest out, back straight, perfectly >>erect walk. Sometimes I complained, but Mom's reply >>was invariably "Il faut souffrir pour être belle ". >>Eventually, I stopped complaining, for I found I was >>becoming reliant on the support of my corset and felt >>uncomfortable without it. I kept my bathing as brief >>as possible and I was grateful to regain the comfort >>of my stays. I felt I was in the perpetually embrace >>of a warm loving hug. By the time I reached >>adulthood, I was entirely corset dependent. Lil's >>post says she also slept in corsets and, from what she >>said, it wasn't her choice either. Did any of you >>other ladies out there have similar experiences? >>Love and hugs, Heather > >Thank you Heather, a very warm and memorable post. >My girlfriend and her mother started me with girdles >around 1965. I was totally addicted back then when I >discovered my mothers stockings. I never was caught >but had many close calls. I have since embraced >stockings and girdles along with flexible but not >rigid corsets. 55 years later and I truly love >shapewear. Yes, back then were very fond memories and >thank you for sharing.

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