A Beyonce in a town full of Michelles. 11-21-14
We’ve all heard the story, and we know how it goes: small town girl moves to the big city in pursuit of Love, Fame , and a better life. Somehow , using her charm and beauty, she manages to find a job , a decent looking man , and fame on a mediocre level. Her dreams are eventually given up as she exchanges them for wedding vows and a cozy house with children running in the front lawn.
This is not entirely that story. In the real world , my story is more about money than fairytale magic. Of course, I plan on getting the man in the end and having cute little kids.
I had always assumed that having a shitty job was a natural occurrence before amazing success. My employment at a hole in the wall strip club as a waitress my first day in Dallas , Texas after I told the owner to fuck off at my bartending job in Fayetteville, Arkansas and caught two buses to Dallas to sleep on my sisters couch was apart of the plan.
My first night at the club made me feel so dirty. An Old Man tired to put a $1 down my bra after I had just saw him use that same hand to finger a stripper. I slapped his hand away from me & ran to the bathroom. I fixed my make-up, valued to never let a man put less than a $100 down my shirt and flipped my hair the next time I passed him. I worked 3 night a week Wednesday which is ladies nights , Friday and Saturday. The pay was about $300 for 22 hours. I took drink orders and tired my hardest to hide the look of disgust at the " mama of 5 , I done live a hard life , chain smoking while on the pole " strippers.
My whole life I've stunted my own growth because of the opinion of others. I got caught in the trap of comparing myself to others around me. I got on that bus dead set on becoming successful in the art world. Welcome to my journey rather your routing me on or praying for my down fall, just keep reading. When you put your efforts into your gift, you are giving God something to bless.- Today I decided to get it by any means.