Tonight, I wore a corset for the first time.  Surprisingly, I did not find it nearly as restictive as expected.  I found it most uncomfortable when I first put it on; the snapping and lacing leading to some discomfort.  However, once the device fell into place, I found myself getting used to its bodily strictures.  When standing, I found it correcting my posture defects, reminding me to tighten my lower core.  Other women told me of similar experience, with girdle-type implements correcting slouching and lax muscles.  One definite downside: I found myelf breathing harder when biking, with my lungs straining against the fabric.  Definitely not workout wear.  I'll stick to the sports bra, thank you Victorians.  Interestingly, I did not remove the corset immediately upon arriving home.  I wore it briefly while dawdling around my room before bed, essentially forgetting it constraining presence on my body, internalizing its shape.  Upon realizing this, I though, Maybe they're not so bad.  But I took it off anyway.  Upon removal, I immediately changed my mind, feeling my entire body sigh in time with my breath.  Complete relief and relaxation overcame my physicality.  
As much work as it is, I prefer the muscle corset, for now.  (Even if I do not own it.)
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