Corset = Monster ... I = Monster?

Today was my first day of school with a corset. I knew that some would notice that anything has changed in me, for example, that my left shoulder was higher up than the right, or something strange out standing at my shoulder blade. Well, in fact, my premonition was fulfilled.
A couple of my girlfriends I had always been told from the corset (one had seen it even in the holidays). Some were boxing against it - and shook her aching hand. Another girl who was sitting behind me got totally the shock when she saw that something was out on my left shoulder. When I told her she called me even as "Alien". That was sort of the worst comment that depending on my corset (and me) was made.
I wanted to put it right behind me, to tell the whole class of my corset, so there are no more misunderstandings. In the sports locker (where I take off my corset) my classmates will know about it anyway.

But before that happens, I want to first write down a little comparison here, for those who can not really understand my life with the corset:
 
In principle, a corset is like a fixed brace. In the beginning it hurts, and it interferes with one totally you can not really eat with it (in my case, run, sleep, etc.). But sometime if they decline, you have beautiful straight teeth, and you're glad that you did it, pain or not.
The corset is bigger, but you can remove it. In the beginning I hated it.
But it's easier when you try to accept it as his friend, even if it may sound absurd now.  
The question is how you see the situation: either it makes you a 
 monster - or you make the corset to the monster.
Both are no good attitude. Attempts to befriend the corset - it will be with you a few years of your life, as well as the braces.