Girdles - a journey into fantasy and back. If the Bible does not condemn something, or the law from the Old Testiment does not apply in this era like animal sacrifice etc. Do not burden your children with your own "rituals, customs, dos and don'ts, and preferences" by enforcing your rules as if they are from GOD. You ask: "What is wrong with wearing a girdle? Some people can have problems with ordinary things. When I was eleven years old I found a box of old bras and girdles in the storage room in the basement.
I was overweight and knew from the television advertisements that grown women used girdles to make them look slimmer. I asked my step mother if I could play with these. She said that she didn't think that I could fit in them.
The type of girdles my step mother had stored away were the open bottom type, with front, back and some with side panels, they must have been many years old. They all had zippers on the side and some were high waist styles with bones to keep them from rolling from the waist. There was a variety of styles, mostly in good repair, but some had holes, torn zipper hooks, and torn garters tabs.
All were worn in spots and some had lost their elastic power. I tried some of them on and they did fit. They were tight and they did make me look slightly slimmer and a lot less bulging in places. When I moved around wearing one of the girdles, some tops rolled over and the bottom with the garters rode up exposing my butt and the garters poked me.
This wouldn't be practical for wearing under pants and would be very uncomfortable. How did. The answer was stockings. I went to my step mother's dresser, took some, put them on, and hooked them up to the girdle. This worked for the bottom, but the top still rolled. By adjusting the top to match my natural waist and put on some pants with a belt, the rolling top was kept in place. I went upstairs with the girdle, stockings, and pants on. I felt. The girdle's tightness made me feel stiff and harder to take a deep breath and the area around the.
Also my personal parts were not covered and felt naked. I would need to wear underpants over or under the girdle. I thought this would work and tried it. I decided to try to wear a girdle and stockings etc. There were no sexual thoughts and no shame involved. Just a method of looking better, but less comfortable. Besides, half of the adults wore them, even though they didn't like to admit it.
They were called unmentionables. When I looked in the mirror while wearing a girdle, I saw that my butt looked similar to the butts of ladies in girdle adds. Now I could also tell whether a woman or girl was wearing one. They looked like they had one big cheek, instead of two separate cheeks and felt hard instead of soft. When one of my friends came over to play and watch TV, I told him about wearing girdles and showed them to him.
My friend didn't seem to think wearing a girdle to look thinner was weird and strange. If they made girdles for men, fat men could wear them, but since they didn't, these would do. To him, woman's clothes, in general, were weird.
Later my friend told his older sister and she asked if I also wore brassieres, but I didn't know. I had tried on my step mother's bras but with no busts, found that they were useless to me. I told my stepmother that I was wearing the girdles I had. She thought it was kind of cute as I paraded around playing dress up, wearing just girdles and stockings. I was curious as to why she wore these types of girdles and not the new ones advertised on TV. I thought that the Playtex rubber girdles would do the best job.
She said that she had tried them, but got a rash from them. She said that she hated to wear bras and girdles, but had to, because fashion dictated that as a woman she had to wear certain clothes.
This stuck with me, I liked to wear a girdle, and couldn't see why women wore things that they said they hated to wear. I guessed that wearing one. But if girdles were made comfortable, then everyone could enjoy looking better, including boys and men, especially fat ones. My childhood background was one of lost love and rejection.
I was adopted into a good loving family and my adopted mother loved my like her own, but in three years she died of cancer. Eventually my adopted father remarried a much younger lady, who was the daughter of one of my housekeepers that babysat me while I was too young for school. By the time I started first grade, I had a step brother and since he was a blood relation, I was treated like a stranger that was a threat to the new heir.
I was then shipped off to various boarding schools so that I had little contact with my father, family, or any body except strangers. When I was three and living with an aunt, while my adopted mother was dying, she dressed me in very frilly dresses, at my request, she thought it was cute, but the novelty wore off. While in third grade and staying with my dad's partner, between boarding schools, I was placed in his oldest girl's room, and I got into her stuff, and got trapped in her underwear and had to cut my way out. This caused a large scene and embarrassed my father.
After a year in a Canadian boarding school for 4th grade, I was sent to Maryland to spend the summer with friends of my father, who had several of their own kids and lived on a farm outside of Baltimore.
While there, an older recently married couple who worked for a supplier of both my father and his friend met me. They were too old to have kids and also could not adopt a baby. They wanted to take care of me, and eventually adopt me. They blamed all that happened to me on my father's new wife, and started to take the necessary legal adoption steps. I lived in Virginia with them and started to really enjoy life for the first time.
But within two years we were transferred to Cleveland Ohio. I lost all my friends and went from the suburbs to an apartment on Cleveland's west side. This was an unwelcome shock and I made my displeasure known by refusing to obey and to sass back. These people did not know how to handle a willful child and also thought I was damaged goods. They called my father and dumped me. My father was also looking for a dumping place and considered permanent places to off-load me.
This made me feel like so much trash. After all, first my step mother, and then these people turned on me. I must be bad and deserved to be punished. A Christian couple whose daughter was in college and had lost. This couple. They became my guardians and I considered them my new step parents. They tried to love me and lead me to the Lord, but the damage was done. I went from the leader to a loner that trusted no adults, and my self image was at its bottom.
Thus when I found the girdles. I was looking for love, being held, punishment, something of my own, and a replacement for my lost mother. As shown above, with my background, all adults were suspicious of my every deviation from the norm. Having fun wearing girdles continued for several months that summer. I played with the girdles in many places on the body, including over the head, wearing more them one girdle at one time, having my entire body in girdles while they were hooked together with the garters, and many other combinations. I enjoyed to be tied up in these as my punishment, and imagined being trapped in dire situations, at other's mercy, with no escape.
The situations were similar to the heroines in the melodramas on the TV. This was something that I did while I was alone watching TV in the basement and lying on the couch. My friends had gone to summer camp and the playground at the nearby school was not available because of a summer program.
I attended the summer program for one week, but was not good at sports, and hated being made fun of because of my weight and lack of skills. So I played alone with all my toys, rode my bike around the neighborhood, and read books when the TV was boring. But with all my friends gone it was a very boring summer. I spent a lot of time talking with my step mother about everything, including girdles, boys, and girls.
I said I didn't want to get married, and that most girls did not have any fun. Later that summer, my step parents went on vacation and I went to New York with them to visit their daughter my new step- sister , then in graduate bible school to be a missionary. From there all of them, including my step sister drove to Canada to visit friends at their summer cottage on a lake in Ontario.
By now the girdles were left behind and forgotten like other toys. This vacation get away was great, and who cares about clothes of any kind when swimming, camping out, hiking, boating, fishing,. This lasted for 3 weeks, too short. When they returned, I had a step sister to talk to and play with.