The Hazards of an all Female Profession or Catty Bitches and Bellydancing
Ok so I love to dance. I love to perform. Ive worked my ASS off (literally) to get to this point. Ive starved, cried, bled, sweat, worked myself to the point of pain and injury. I got to this point faster than anybody I know personally too. And that isnt because Im some special snowflake... its because I worked my damn ass off and kept my nose to the grind constantly, and while everybody else was playing around, I was at home practicing, until I needed ace bandages and Ben-Gay.
I DESERVE TO BE HERE.
But it doesn't surprise me that there are some really catty bitches who don't feel the same way.
I wrote a whole long entry about 2 or 3 specific incidents and people that are really bugging me... and then after thinking about long and hard decided not to post it. Why? Because that would really be me allowing them to take up more time than they are worth.
I deserve to have happiness. I worked very hard for it. I deserve every little inch of it. And Im not going to let them waste another min. of this beautiful day :)
I DESERVE TO BE HERE.
But it doesn't surprise me that there are some really catty bitches who don't feel the same way.
I wrote a whole long entry about 2 or 3 specific incidents and people that are really bugging me... and then after thinking about long and hard decided not to post it. Why? Because that would really be me allowing them to take up more time than they are worth.
I deserve to have happiness. I worked very hard for it. I deserve every little inch of it. And Im not going to let them waste another min. of this beautiful day :)