Outside of thoughts about corsetry, it’s pretty mellow around these parts. And the only reason I’m thinking about corsetry is that I’ve started wearing one in the hopes of correcting the swayback that my daughter gave me two and a half years ago when I was pregnant with her. Yeah yeah yeah, that’s a long-ass time to realize just how swaybacked one has become, ha ha. I was aware that the angle of my hips was wonky, but because my back hurt so much less, I hadn’t really processed. So yes, I’ve got a corset working to pull my back to where it should be (and isn’t she a beaut?), adjusting my sitting position to rotate my tailbone down, and dabbling in some exercises of various sorts. It won’t make the leftover belly fat go away, but at least it might help me look less pregnant (even this far on, even when I got back into the 120s for a bit, I still looked six months gone… yuck).
Of course, irony dictates that I’m probably pregnant again (no idea on that one yet, ha ha), but at least I’ve got a plan of action to try to fix things next time! The joys of aging and spawning, the joys of all the little things you have to figure out after the fact in the fact of lots of fake-ass advice insisting that you should be pre-baby slim in weeks or months. *chuckles* And while I might not be the vainest of people, part of good mental health is not completely hating the body you’re stuck in. If you’re cool with your body, then that’s one less thing trying to destroy your sanity, yanno? Having my back feel all funny (not pained, not weak – just funny) had been nibbling on my sanity since my daughter was born, so getting to try to correct that stops that particular beast from attempting to pull me under.
So yes, gut-crunching fun… sort of! I think I’ll opt for an underbust on the next one I buy though. I’ll definitely be getting more in future; I like the back support. 😀