Julie looked up to the neon sign and knocked on the door below it. It’s going to be okay she told herself, it’s only temporary.
Words uttered by every woman entering these doors told themselves—“just till”. For Julie the idea of dancing for strangers wearing tiny strips of material was only the beginning. Her self esteem crashed, resulting in drug induced nights to withstand strangers’ touches.
Returning home in early morning, it seemed her children looked right through her and she felt she was disappearing. This was not the only way up. This was not how she intended her family to survive.