corset

I would never tell my mom, but I would wear those super big, long ’70s dresses and under, a full set: garter, stockings, corset.

I’m not spending hours of the day looking in the mirror or getting made up or going to the hairdresser’s every day or wearing a wig or a corset.

When on tour, she's required to change her outfit mid-show seven or eight times a night, navigating her way into corsets and sequins and feathered headdresses as a clock ticks down to the next song.

Not about “Downton Abbey” — “I do not regret anything with a corset” she says now — but about television.

Gone are the stilettos that filled the closets of my youth, gone are the corsets and shapewear and thongs.