Balloons, Fans and Pasties
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“Get out of my house. I don’t want a filthy whore like you within these walls.”
They were the last words my mother said to me. She didn’t understand me or my career and she probably never would. In my mother’s eyes I am a whore, I take my clothes off for money. Burlesque is an art, but my mother doesn’t see it like that.
When I was younger my mother would point out all my flaws, call me fat and comment on my bad skin. I hated myself because of her, I had no confidence. Burlesque gave me back everything she took away from me, but she wouldn’t understand.
They were the last words my mother said to me. She didn’t understand me or my career and she probably never would. In my mother’s eyes I am a whore, I take my clothes off for money. Burlesque is an art, but my mother doesn’t see it like that.
When I was younger my mother would point out all my flaws, call me fat and comment on my bad skin. I hated myself because of her, I had no confidence. Burlesque gave me back everything she took away from me, but she wouldn’t understand.
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This chapter is just a short prologue thing. It's really short but the chapters will definitely get longer. I don't really have much of an idea where this is going so if you have any ideas message me. Please comment and tell me if I should keep going with this idea or just scrap it.