I’ve been feeling a little nervous about this new challenge—losing weight for my corset. It’s not a big change yet, just little things I’ve started to notice. The way my waist feels, how certain clothes sit differently. It’s slow, but it’s happening.

Wearing a corset is funny in a way. It holds everything in, smoothing and shaping, but at the same time, there’s this feeling underneath—like something is shifting, adjusting, getting ready. It makes me think about how much of ourselves we keep contained without even realizing it.
I guess that’s part of why I wanted to do this. Not just for the look, but for the feeling. Pushing myself a little, seeing what I’m capable of. There’s always more to us than we let show, and sometimes, it just takes the right kind of pressure to bring it out.
For now, I’m taking it one step at a time. Eating a little better, moving a little more, wearing my corset a bit longer each day. I don’t need a dramatic transformation overnight—I just want to feel good in my body, strong in the way I carry myself. And maybe, along the way, I’ll find out I had more in me than I thought.