Step 2: Hiding the Waist-Trainer
I suppose I was more mentally ready for day two of waist training. I knew it was going to be grueling and terrible and make me cranky and mean, but I also knew that Kim was doing it, so, I had to dig deep and get it together. Surprisingly, when I put on the corset for day two, it already felt looser. I was relieved—and amazed. I even called the HourglassAngel.com team to check that I hadn't stretched out my Ann Chery corset. They told me no, I hadn't. It turns out, it was working. Miracles! With that boost of confidence I tackled day two, feeling really energized by my progress in 24 hours. There was just one problem: the very high potential for wardrobe malfunction. You could see the corset under a lot of my clothes. Turns out, I own a lot of sheer items and crop tops. This presented a particular challenge getting dressed every day, which was magnified by the pressures of fashion week. If you look closely on style.com you can see me strolling along West 15th Street in a great look with just a peek of the corset showing. Um, mortifying. Now the world knows I'm wearing a girdle.
Step 3: Agitation/Acceptance
About 10 days in of waist training, I start to notice something: Waist training gives me a bad attitude. It makes me irrationally mean. I am irritable, cranky, and short-tempered. I am sending rude e-mails. I am blank-staring at jokes, when I could just give a polite giggle. I am walking away in the middle of conversations when I've just had enough. It's the corset—I realize that it's controlling me. The other thing is, I'm hungry. Actually, I'm HANGRY. The corset is so tight and constricting that I find myself skipping meals. The bladder issues are out of control. I have to pee every 10 seconds. Still, I persevere. Why? Because I am obsessive and crazy and I want a waist like Kim's. So I accept it. I ignore it. I tweet that I am waist training and hope that the 3,500 people that may or may not read that will process this information, pass it on (aka RT), and forgive my transgressions for the next few weeks. It's something that I can't control—like when Frodo is carrying that heavy ring to Mordor. It must be done after all, but you know, it's slowly turning me into Gollum.
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In August 2014 and after Week 3 of waist-training. Photo: Courtesy of Danielle Prescod
Step 4: Addiction
Midway through week three, I realize that I am a corset addict. I already see pleasant results (I think I can see a waist!!!) and I am eager to see just how far I can push this. I still haven't worked out one bit. I haven't changed my diet at all, save for the few meals here and there that have been eliminated due to the fact that I can't fit a full meal into the corset. I call team HourglassAngel.com for a check-in. They ask me how it's going, and I give them an enthusiastic "Great!" I tell them I need a smaller sized corset for when I graduate from my first one. They tell me again to make sure I work out. I totally ignore them because I only hear what I want, and what I want to hear is that they are sending me a smaller corset.
I have a very high tolerance for pain (ballet training was good for something), and I know that sometimes, pretty hurts. Right, Beyoncé? So I got really good at ignoring my discomfort while wearing the waist-trainer and I promise you, it was very uncomfortable. But I slowly began to relish in the feeling. I kind of loved it. I still felt sweet relief when I removed the corset after 12 hours of wear, but about 10 minutes after that, I wanted it back on. It was helping my posture. I suddenly loved my side profile. I was seeing a thinner waist emerge and I wanted it all the time. If I could have the corset surgically adhered to my body, I totally would. (I Googled it. You can't.)
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After Week 4 of waist-training. Photo: Courtesy of Danielle Prescod
Step 5: Recovery
By the end of week four, I was a still a semi-hungry, bitchy mess, but I looked good. I still hadn't so much as touched a workout and there was some healthy space in between the waistband of my pants and my actual waist. So #blessed, right? But I knew that I would need to stop. It was following me around like a dark cloud. Though it was making me thin it was also making me miserable and kind of itchy. On a particularly hungover morning, I decided that I simply couldn't corset-up and would have to do without it. This was the beginning of my waist-training recovery. I was so distracted by my tequila-induced headache, that I barely even missed my waist-trainer. And not wearing it the day after and the day after that became easier.
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