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What Working At Vicky’s Secret Taught Me
Your approach to lingerie may reveal more than you think.
by Rajul Punjabi
It’s often said that we learn everything we need to know about life in kindergarten. While that’s a pretty bold statement, and one up for debate (I, for one, ate crayons), I believe that I learned everything I need to know about myself as a woman behind the plush pink doors of a Victoria’s Secret fitting room.
The summer after my junior year in college, I balanced evening classes with a gig at the infamous lingerie purveyor. Despite the wench-work, which included doting on a few spoiled women with too much time on their hands, I fell in love with the job. Not just for the 30% discount, but for the role I got to play.
I was the quintessential Vickie’s sales girl, with a swagger to match, and it made me part of an exclusive sorority of sorts. Strangers would raise eyebrows at the very mention of my part-time profession. But, above all, I was a key part of a delicate ecosystem made up of filmy underthings, women, and the latter’s quiet—often desperate—desire to accept themselves.
Trust me, Victoria isn’t the only one of us with secrets.
Women tend to vent when they’re trying things on. And when it’s something as intimate as a black silk teddy with matching garters, things get pretty personal fast.
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1 DonnyDiva // Mar 12, 2008 at 11:16 am
Good read. Yeah it’s a shame most women don’t accept themselves until they get older. I mean everyone has things they’d like to change but you either have to learn the skin your in or change it. And even when trying to change yourself you still should have a level of confidence about yourself.
2 Tina // Mar 11, 2008 at 9:30 am
This is a great article. Every woman needs to (learn to) love themselves. Rajul, your point of view is interesting and enlightening. Thanks for sharing!
3 Bonafide Bombshell // Mar 11, 2008 at 9:25 am
Pish-Posh! If I had enough money for a breast reduction, best believe I would have one pronto! Damn these curves, never will I ever “love” anything about them.