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The first prototypes weren't very good, but every version taught me something about comfort, movement, durability, and confidence. Eventually, those lessons became the B.I.N.D.e.r.—a tank binder designed to disappear into everyday life instead of demanding your attention.
The B.I.N.D.e.r. is a reminder of that chapter. It represents a time when I stopped waiting for someone else to solve my problems and started building the things I needed with my own hands.
There was a point in my life when I was willing to change everything if it meant I had a chance to be healthy enough to have a life.
During that time, I was questioning my identity and I had the chance to rebuild my relationship with my body. The clothes I could buy never felt right. They didn't fit my body, they didn't work in the Arizona heat, and they didn't fit the life I was trying to build.
So I did what I've always done when something doesn't exist.
I learned how to make it.
Turns out comfort is harder than compression.
Anybody can solve the obvious problem. The difficult part is solving all the little problems people live with every day.
Failures contained information that the successes didn't.
A prototype that works only tells you, "This solution is acceptable."
A prototype that fails tells you why.
For example:
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It rolled up when I sat down.
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The straps dug into my shoulders after two hours. -
The compression shifted when I reached overhead. -
The fabric trapped too much heat. -
The armhole rubbed my skin raw. -
The neckline showed under every T-shirt.
Each failure pointed to one specific thing that needed to change.
By comparison, a successful prototype just felt... normal. You stopped thinking about it.
So the real lesson wasn't "I made a good binder."
It was:
Every bad prototype crossed one wrong answer off the list. Eventually there weren't many wrong answers left.
I never set out to make the best binder. I just wanted one that stopped annoying me.
Every time it rolled up, pinched, trapped heat, or needed adjusting, it interrupted my day. I wanted to put it on in the morning, forget about it, and get on with my life.
MS forced me to relearn a lot of things. Repeating the work never bothered me. Repeating the same mistake did. If I was going to spend the energy, I wanted to come back a little better each time.
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