The ‘Beauty’ of Waist Training

Whoever said beauty feels no pain has never worn a waist trainer. My name is Krysta Anderson, and like so many ladies out there seeking that hour-glass figure, I took a chance with the waist trainer.

I had attended a transformation party at Golden Closet a few months ago, and Sophia Daley gave me the opportunity to prove that with diet and exercise, I could drop the pounds and acquire the Coca Cola bottle shape that's trending all over the world.

So let's set the record straight, with the good, the bad and the ugly.

Initial stages

I realised first that I could not put on the waist trainer by myself, so I was heading on a one-way ticket to 'Doomzville' from the start. But I decided to tag along for the ride anyway. Once I got it on, I saw an immediate transformation that any girl would love and every man could fall in love with - big boobs, 'itty bitty' waist, mountainous hips, and a rounding derriÈre for days! After modelling my newly acquired figure (and taking a few pictures, of course) I went off to enjoy my stress-free day.

The first positive change I noticed was that I ate less - no wonder people lost weight from wearing it. But for every positive there was a negative. It was a bit hard to function in because I was stiff most of the time; it would take some getting used to. I also found that my breathing had changed as well, and that was cause for concern, but I thought to myself, "Well, it was new, and was compressing, so I will have to alter my breathing technique." Then the unthinkable happened: I dozed off while wearing it and jumped up in shock, thinking this could possibly kill me in my sleep!

Finding a middle ground

Then came time to venture off into the great outdoors. Women at work saw a change in my figure and affiliated it with weight loss and I noticed that I got a lot of wanted and unwanted attention from those of the opposite sex, so it was safe to say that I was looking good. My posture was now upright, so the only place to look was up! (This posture has remained in my walk).

What was remarkable was that the waist trainer brought on a new-found confidence oozing from my body language. Pretty soon, I was exceeding my eight-hour mark. Everywhere was my personal runway and I did strut my stuff. I even took the bold step of wearing it at a party, dancing all night effortlessly. I saw improvement in my waist, had a butt lift, so to speak, and hips were curvier than usual, so much so that people thought I was wearing the waist trainer when what they were seeing was all me and only me.

Side Effects

Of course, I suffered a few side effects from wearing the popular waist trainer. Over time, it began rolling up at the bottom, so while I had to get someone to help me put it on, I had to find someone to help me adjust the end each day. I grew annoyed at the new routine. I had boiled down my findings to the type of waist trainer I was wearing, since a bathroom discussion among work colleagues one afternoon revealed that the type of waist trainer I had would roll because of the material, and one friend revealed that her trainer, which differed from mine, does not move at all. I quite liked the material on her trainer.

Also, it appeared to have been implementing a little too much discipline on my body. One day, I discovered a burning sensation in my back while at work, which later turned painful, and it became so excruciating and unbearable that I had to take it off then and there. I gave it a break, but when I made a comeback, the feeling returned as well. I had heard all the horror stories of how it shifted the kidney and whatnot, so I immediately headed for the bathroom and disrobed, tearing that waist trainer off my body.

Since then I have not worn the waist trainer, but I am happy that I took the brave step with this new trend and conquered my fears. The shape that remains is workable for my 'fluffy and fabulous' figure.

krysta.anderson@gleanerjm.com