By Tess Mangiardi
Hello all! A lot has happened since my last post, and for some reason the most complex thing on my mind concerning the world of lingerie is underwear. Now, I don’t just sit in cafes and ponder existentially about underwear, but honestly it’s a weird thing for me. I have a mountain of underwear in my closet, somewhere close to the Island of Forgotten Bras that I mentioned a few posts ago. It’s not because I need that much underwear, because honestly I don’t, but before I moved away from home I was spoiled with the advantage of having a washer and dryer in my apartment. Now, there isn’t even a washer and dryer in my building and if I want to do my laundry I have … Read more
I Am The Fairest of Them All!
Struggling with body image is something that I’ve always felt I had to battle. It’s a war with my self and the mirror, a war with my clothes, a war with magazines. In high school, I lost 76 pounds from healthy diet and exercise and never before had I been able to look in the mirror and truly find things that I found beautiful. Before, it was nothing but avoiding mirrors and dreading buying new clothes. It was nothing but comparing myself to the small petite girls that walked alongside me in their uniforms. I’m not petite and I never will be. I’m a whopping 6 feet tall with hips that never seem to go away. I know I’ll never be petite, but … Read more
By Tess Mangiardi
At almost 20, I’ve always felt like buying lingerie was more of a luxury than anything. I mean, let’s be real here. When you’re living on your own and going to college, working part-time somewhere where you’d always rather be somewhere else, lingerie is not really the first thing that pops into my mind when my paycheck rolls around every Friday. Call me crazy, but I think: “groceries” or “dinner at The Smith because it’s been over a week and I can’t stop thinking about their tuna tar-tare and blue cheese covered potato chips.
Okay, well maybe you can call me crazy but that’s not my point. My point is, buying lingerie at 19 is sometimes unheard of. I don’t know too many people my age with … Read more
By Tess Mangiardi ~ Metro Girl Notes
I’ve found that people tend to sit in awe when I tell them that I live alone in New York City at 19 years old and haven’t lost my mind yet. It’s almost as if they expect me to explode at any minute or break down and beg them for a dollar so I can buy 99 cent pizza from the place near my apartment. There are two kinds of people in this world: the ones who expect me to combust right in front of them and the ones who think my life is an episode of Gossip Girl. It’s true that supporting yourself in a big city has it’s downsides and it’s also true that living in New York City at 19 … Read more