Poem: An Ode to Corset

Corset

My darling Corset

How you beguile and bind

Stifling every breathΒ 

Constricting each inch

Moulding us into

A Beauty of Disguise

Our natural form

You shunΒ 

Under the wire

Of lace and bones

You pull, you tug

Tighter and tighter

Breathing is unimportant

Enduring the pain is a given

Such exquisite torment

We put ourselves through

To carve our version

Of Beauty in Contortion.

Is it the corset that binds,

Or our very sad state of mind?

~ SMT

NOTE:

Let it be known that I do own my fair share of corsets. Yes, I have a fetish for them. But I do not use them to bind myself or beguile others. I use them for my own play and pleasure. I happen to think that corsets are beautiful. Especially, the intricate workmanship that goes into making one. Also, I happen to think that most women look incredibly sexy in them – myself included.

At this day and age, there are many women like me who are confident in defining their own beauty. They enjoy the embellishments such as make-up and sexy attires, but they understand that these are not real representations of beauty. They are just having fun with themselves, playing “dress-up”. At the end of the day, when we all go back home and take everything off, we see ourselves as we are. With or without, we are still the same person.

It is never the garment that binds, but the sad state of our minds. As long as our minds remain in the gutter, we will never see true beauty. The same applies when we actually believe that we can never be beautiful without “embellishments”.

Never become a slave to an ideal – be it of beauty, fashion, and etc.

We define our own essence of beauty, and not the corsets or any “fashionable contraption”.

We decide what we like to wear and for whom we wear it for.

And by all means, we are going to have fun while doing so.

Corset Chair

As always, start your own brand of fearless living and love the life you live.

Peace πŸ™‚

Β 

Being Afraid Is Human, But Staying Afraid Is A Choice.

23 Comments
  • scottishmomus
    February 9, 2014

    I just have the one! But I enjoy it. Whenever I feel the need. Well said as always, Shirley. Nothing defines us but our own minds. Restricted by no corset there. Fearless in the wearing and adorning as we deem fit. For ourselves. πŸ™‚ x

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      Thank you, SS. Somehow I had imagined that you would own at the very least, one! I could not agree with you more. We are only constricted by what we allow ourselves to be. Hugs x

  • Paul
    February 9, 2014

    Well written and a neat treatment of an unusual topic. Interesting – I need to think about this one for a bit. Thank you.

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      This is all “tongue and cheek”. I thought it to be most befitting to write about something which I derive a lot of pleasure from, and yet historically, it was a garment that “bound” women in more ways than one. Yet if my mind does not allow it to bind me, then it can’t. Thus, I enjoy it for what it is in the context of my world. I am not suggesting that it is so for everyone but I would strongly encourage everyone to distinguish what’s real and what’s fantasy for them πŸ™‚

  • Paul
    February 9, 2014

    Yeah, I see where you are coming from. There is something inside us all that demands to be bound (attached solidly) in some manner (different for different people). My experience is that in our society, it is a taboo subject – likely a result of all the abuse the concept has suffered (rape, over-bearing personalities, reduction of freedom, etc.)But somehow, to be bound perfectly is to be set free. Reminds me of a story my Mum (who is 81)likes to tell about visiting Paris. My Mum is a staunch feminist and when she visited Paris, she and a friend went to a performance at Moulin Rouge. She loved the dancers and the choreography. I used to tease her that the costumes objectified women and used sexuality to sell tickets. Her response: “It was an honest celebration of women and their sexuality – nothing wrong with that.” Bound perfectly by their intrinsic nature. A celebration.

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      Paul, you are finally getting acquainted with my blog. The stuff I write about, and sometimes even the words I use may offend or provoke – but it is really in the spirit of creating a dialogue about things we find hard to talk about – be it sex, woman issues, or male issues, love, life and etc. We all view through our own “tainted” lenses. I say tainted because they have been tainted by our experiences, knowledge and cultural backgrounds. And yes, we can only see what we want to see, because what we see will always be “coloured” by our past experiences and knowledge. So, I truly appreciate everything you wrote. And bless your mother for your foresight and insight! A very warm welcome to my blog, Paul. I hope you will like it here. Here, we celebrate differences and encourage healthy discussions to cultivate a higher understanding for all πŸ™‚

  • denmother
    February 9, 2014

    A very good poem, Shirley! I too think a corset can be playful. Just look at that fun chair!! πŸ˜‰

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      Denmother, trust you to notice the chair! I love the chair and had to include it in to signify THE CHAIRWOMAN is in charge even if she wears her favourite corset πŸ˜‰

    • The Hook
      February 9, 2014

      You’re looking at the chair, Demother?!

      • shirleymaya
        February 9, 2014

        Denmother has an eye for details. She misses nothing πŸ˜‰

  • The Hook
    February 9, 2014

    I don’t know much about fashion, but I’m sold!

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      Hook, it is so nice to see you here again. I am loving your blog posts! Especially the mid-life situation. Wishing you all the very best, my friend.

  • Desiree G
    February 9, 2014

    You will be shocked to know that I own ….. NONE. πŸ™‚ Stop laughing. It is true. The corsets I write of are only a figment of my imagination.

    • shirleymaya
      February 9, 2014

      I am not entirely shocked, Desiree. I would readily believe that you are not anything like what you write πŸ™‚
      I may own corsets, and even whips and hand cuffs. BUT I do not use the whips and hand cuffs at all. (Well, not yet) I just like having them around. They amuse me. Go figure. LOL

  • Ranting Crow
    February 9, 2014

    I love corsets as they radiate a sexual beauty. They are fun to unwrap to as much as strapping one in. the pleasures yum.
    the use of one is not the same as another. Oh the way one can use them roar.

    Love the words and got me all excited LOL

    • shirleymaya
      February 10, 2014

      Yes, indeed they do, RC. Getting into one and being strapped can be rather challenging…especially, those with lots of laces haha.

      • Ranting Crow
        February 10, 2014

        hehe challenge but fun.
        ooh i might write that down πŸ˜€

      • Ranting Crow
        February 10, 2014

        It is a challenge but a fun one. almost erotic.. oh i might or should write about that.. maybe.. πŸ˜€

        • shirleymaya
          February 10, 2014

          Oh yes, please do write about that. Then I can get all excited about your words and the imagery πŸ˜‰

          • Ranting Crow
            February 10, 2014

            he he let me think something up πŸ˜€

          • shirleymaya
            February 10, 2014

            Shall wait with anticipation πŸ˜‰

          • Ranting Crow
            February 10, 2014

            Well give me some time to think something up. πŸ˜€ Corsets…

          • shirleymaya
            February 10, 2014

            πŸ˜‰