As many of my readers know, I have scoliosis (spine curvature). It was discovered when I was a teenager. When I was in my 20s, a respected Australian doctor strongly suggested that I insert a rod behind my back. I said no.
For decades, from osteopathy and Alexander technology, to painkillers and yoga, and even writing my book while reclining and pillows (hey, it works for me), I have cured my pain in many ways and Healthy back.
Since October 2015, the corset wear has become an effective and quite magical part of my personal health arsenal. In this anthology edited by Lucy Williams, “Solaced: 101 Exciting Narratives on Corsets, Happiness and Hope,” I explained why, and the biases and misinformation about the corset and its function. It’s almost impossible for me to find this cheap, drug-free way to relieve pain until recently:
“There is a reason that the eye is drawn into a contour profile. The first is the scale, the curve. Then the shiny stitches, the pattern of the laces, the often sensual, shiny fabric, the soft curve contrasts the rigid deboning.”
However, the corset is not just aesthetics, but the place where my real corset story begins.