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Giving the words a face

A big hi and kiss to whoever is reading this, and beginning to explore my blog. I decided for my own sanity and well, because why the hell not, to write about my life; every bit of my very crazy and short nineteen years on this planet. I have muddled through a lot of shit over the years, which is putting it all very mildly. I have survived assault, rejection, family drama and lies, betrayal, an eating disorder, and major self-image issues, bullying, a few attempts at suicide, and oh, the list goes on and on. I hope that my honesty and my never ending story will help others feel less alone through their struggles, and that my words may give someone hope. There is light at the end of the tunnel, believe me, it took me years to find that damn light! My full name is Elizabeth Rebecca Mognoni (call me Lizzie) and I live for my fur babies, literature, the sky, and autumn. I’m loud, outgoing, and passionate. I love to mingle with the cool people (my true few), but I’m also content with hiding away in my room with Gilmore Girls & a good book (possibly American Psycho). A few of my idols are Meryl Streep, Alexander McQueen, Brett Easton Ellis, and my insanely awesome and crazy talented mother, Sarah Rabinowitz. I find immense happiness in cozying up in a big, brand new sweater, and in watching the first snowfall of the season happen. I hate Summer…the heat makes me cranky and tired. Can someone just stand there and fan me until late September? Also, not being able to indulge in the pleasures of the fall and winter months, makes me sad. Snow, sweaters, scarves, pumpkin flavored EVERYTHING, gloves, christmas lights, heated seats, warm blankets, football games, turkey, The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, Manhattan during the holidays, ugh and my mother’s incredibly strong eggnog…those are a few of my favorite things. Spring can hang; I mean, I do enjoy the rainy months and the renewal of pretty flowers. Oh, right…I’m deathly afraid of humans dressed in full body costumes (Santa, the Easter Bunny, the characters in Disney World). Why am I expected to hug these people? I don’t believe in God, but I do believe in martinis & fashion. Although I hate Summer, I do live for the days I am lucky enough to spend on Long Beach Island (Howard’s Restaurant, Fantasy Island, The Greenhouse Cafe, and watching the fireworks from the rooftop of the Buccaneer Motel, on the Fourth of July). The feeling of hot, sun-kissed sand beneath my pedicured toes, is one of my favorite feelings, always. I speak for the animals of the world. They’ve been an essential part of my life since birth. We all have a haven, a safe place. My haven is my mother’s horse sanctuary (labradorhill.com, look us up). I grew up surrounded by dogs, cats, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, goats, chickens, an unusually friendly Rooster, at one point, and many other creatures. I’m pretty comfortable in the retail world, as well (my dad’s credit card has grown tired). Oh, praise shoes and handbags and pretty dresses. I’ve been bonding with clothes since before I could form sentences (but I could put together an outfit). I consider myself to be one of the most forgiving and foolishly loyal people I know. I forgive but never forget, because it would be unwise to forget the past. The past will always be a part of me…if I like it or not. This may seem like quite the odd comparison, but I’ve been much like a dog throughout my life; completely loyal, and always there, even during the occasional kick or holler. I tend to see the best in people, even when others beg me to close my eyes to certain people, for good. Before jumping into chapter one of Lizzie’s life, everyone must know that I don’t view myself as a victim, not ever. I am a survivor. We all are. I’ve come to view myself as my own hero, and trust me, that took years. I’ve also come to realize that heroes don’t wear capes (bummer, I know). I’ve been through a lot of bullshit, but every bit of it, has made me realize how strong a person I am. Don’t ever forget your strength…it’s there when people aren’t. I see now, that at the end of the day, no matter who is in your life, the only person who’s truly there, is you. No one can save you, but you (preach).

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The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I have personally worked in the fashion/marketing industry since age sixteen, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email: lizziemognoni@gmail.com

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  1. Lizzie-my dearest daughter-YOU are my hero, and your Dad’s as well-I am honored to read your words and know that I have been in your life-can’t wait for the next installment and to continue to watch you bloom! xxoo Love forever-Mom

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