I’d have been a stripper if it wasn’t for my problematic skin. That’s the narrative I had in my early 20s. Why did I have this inkling? My career ambitions were in the non-dancing arts. I grew up wanting to be a marine biologist. Nothing pointed to stripping. I preferred my clothes baggy and concealing. If anything, I leaned prudish. Yet there it was.
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