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Looking in the mirror, I realized I had tied myself into a corset and couldn’t get out.
It was the night before Valentine’s Day 2016, and I was trying on the black, slinky lingerie I had bought and had shipped from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. This was the first time I was in a relationship that I wanted to put effort into Valentine’s Day, and I went all out. I bought heels and jewelry to wear with the black corset and stringy thong. I wasn’t in love with the look, but I thought it would look better the next night, with my makeup and hair done.
But having never worn anything like this before, I hadn’t realized that I tied it wrong, and feeling quite deflated, I went to take it off. That was when I realized I had tied myself to it. It took a full thirty minutes to get out of it and it all seemed like a lot of time and effort. A little too much if you asked me, but I wanted to do something special for the man I loved.
All dolled up the next night, with everything in its place, I felt chunky and unattractive.
I didn’t look like the models on the website; I knew that. They were all size 00s with perky fake tits and playboy bunny-tanned skin. I was a pale, short girl, who even after losing a…