I could feel my waist shrinking as Maggie pulled on my corset rambling on about how beautiful she was going to make me look. As she gave the final tug I felt as if my ribs would crack in to if I dared try to breathe. I shut my eyes forcing myself to take small gasps as I forced my body to mold to the corset. "Maggie just loosen it a little, I am afraid I will faint from suffocation" whispered to my ditzy maid. She grumbled, but gave in and loosened the corset to where I could breathe normally before fetching my dress. "I always that you looked beautiful in white princess," Maggie smiled at me as she brought out my gown for the ball. I nodded in approval as she helped me slip into the pearl gown. I carefully looked it over knowing I would be on display for everyone to inspect. I ran my hand over the beautiful embroidery that was done to the dress in a faint silver; swirling starting from the hem with a tightly fitting ribbon around my ribs to show off my bosom. I must of blushed since Maggie butted in and was telling me I was of age to be married, and men will only go after the beautiful or the wealthy, and since we weren't fully on the wealthy side I had to show off my beauty. My nerves started going into over drive when I thought of everything that was falling on me tonight to find a wealthy suitable husband to help my father and our kingdom grow. "Chloe what jewels do you want me to set out for you?" Maggie asked as she pulled out my jewelry box. "I want to wear my mother's jewels, nothing else." I could tell by Maggie's stance that she was about to refuse, but decided again it, and brought me my mother's jewels. I ran my fingers over my mother's beautiful long gold chain that hung a tiny pearl. I twisted the pearl thinking a... ... middle of paper ... ...o protect me" I whispered before my capture grabbed my arm. "What is your name?" I asked. "Drake your highness and we leave at once" I answered as he began to pull me towards the doors. "Nooo!" I screamed as I tried to break his hold on my arm. "Father please! Please!" I yelled as Drake dragged me outside. I could hear the lightening crack as the cold rain hit me in the face blending in with my tears. Drake pushed me into his coach as he stepped inside with me. I sat there frozen as I tried to make sense of everything thing. At that moment I did not care what the prince or his men thought of me, I let my tears flow freely feeling my heart breaking as the coach heaved forward. I was now in the hands of a man I did not know; being taken from everything I know and loved. I sat staring at my home disappearing before my eyes as it fell farther and farther out of reach.
My heart ached with pain. I felt the rain pour on me, as my own tears started to drop just like the rain surrounding me. Regret. It was around me like a cloud that will always be on top of me no matter what.
The sound of ice swerving in the crystal clear glass echoed through my ear. I was at the Old Susy’s place regretting the decision I made for Lennie. I drank until noon and went back to the ranch. As I entered, I noticed everyone was looking at me with deep concern in their eyes. I wasn't in the mood to talk, so I went straight to bed.
“It took Mother nearly half an hour to dress my wound. There was no remorse in her eyes. I thought that, at the very least, she would try to comfort me...
It was an early Wednesday morning, and I lay still in my bed hitting the REM cycle as I dream vividly about a young lady about to be wed. She was dancing in a field of wheat and sunflowers. She was a country girl of whom I had never seen in my life, but in my dream, I knew her. It seemed I had known her family too, they were hillbillies and she was the pride and joy of their family, a shining star on her family crest. She had long, slinky, dark chestnut hair that was pulled up for such an occasion, Decorated with a fresh flower from the fields. She wore a form fitted white dress that looked as if it was her mama’s passed onto her. In her hands were an array of hot pink, sassy orange, and depressed purple Gerber Daisies wrapped precisely with an off white ribbon. She twirled distantly from her family knowin...
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
The dress was adorned with ruffles all the way around the top of the sweet-heart neckline and sleeves, and also all along the bottom. The garment also had multiple layers. One layer was of a lavender color. There was also a layer on top of that, which was made of a more sheer-material and had stripes of off-white and lavender. This second layer was subtle enough to add shiny detail, without taking away from the beautiful purple color. The dress also had a sash of the second layer’s same material, around the waist. My garment was rich in
Wendy cried more with recognition of her father’s impatience. Her tongue fumbled to find her words. “I … it’s the voices… I … I heard the whispers daddy.” She said, spitting the words out.
It was not until Samuel Thomas von Sömmerring’s study published in 1793 that the first images of the effects of a corseted waist came out, before there was only speculation on what the piece did to the internal organs and ribs inside a woman's body. He argued that the item caused crushed and compressed ribs, displaced organs, hiatal hernia; a condition where the stomach pushes upward through the diaphragm, and curved spines (Fee et al. 2002) dispelling the idea that a corset would make you stand tall and straight but yet the popularity of the item did not
“You’re going to be the prettiest girl on the dance floor.” She said softly in my ears.
the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in
A common feeling when a spouse loses his or her significant other is devastation like Mrs. Mallard initially felt when “she wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment,” but then she began to feel free (Chopin 236). She expresses her feelings for freedom by repeating the word “Free! Body and soul free!” (237). She was exalting with glee as she came to more of a realization that her husband’s death meant “she would live for herself;” however, right after her celebration, her husband walked in the front door (237). This shocked Mrs. Mallard to the point of death, ending her emotional breakdown.
“How sweet, open it!” Regina commanded with a smile on her face. Bryan opened his present. It was a windows 98 desk top computer. Bryan looked at Rick and pushed it to the side.
A feat like this could only be performed by having a high metabolism, wearing a series of smaller and smaller garments day and night, and eating a very regulated diet with tiny portions spread throughout the day. In other records, some “fashionable schools” only allowed their students corsets to be removed for an hour a week, and only when bathing. Girls would also compete for the smallest waist, even to the point of fainting and getting headaches from lack of food or too-tight lacing. To add to the horrors of corsets, especially ones tightly laced, those who wore corsets commonly had their shoulder blades drawn together by the tightness, which caused some great pain and discomfort. Despite the seemingly apparent atrocities of corsets, some girls and women never dreamed of living without them.
Their corsets were too tight and their petticoats too thick, but neither one complained. They were accustomed to the stifling, cage-like outfits. They sat up straight on the bench, fanning
Early 19th century clothing for women was designed for style and beauty, sadly, this left practicality, safety and comfort completely out of the picture. Corsets, which were worn to slim the waist and lift the chest, presented many serious health concerns for women. These vices that women wore on their bodies increased their blood pressure and made breathing very difficult. Fainting was so commonplace that a fainting couch was designed and present in most households Prolonged wearing of corsets weakened back and stomach muscles to the point that some women, who had worn corsets for many years, struggled to hold themselves upright without them. If cinched to tightly, they had the power to bruise the internal organs and push them out of alignment, causing sever health issues. (Berkowe)