Does anyone else out there believe that dancing is food for their soul? For me, those 12 minutes on stage are the only time in my life when I feel at peace.
I had been a Native American exhibition dancer from the ages of about 2-18. My entire life until I left home was traveling and dancing for audiences, dancing at plays, at events, for people who were ill, the list just goes on. I *lived* in my regalia, basically. Then, when I turned 18 and went off to college it abruptly stopped--and man, I have never experienced such depression. My mother abandoned the circle after all of her relatives and several of her friends died. I know that it would just make sense to go back--but it feels so painfully wrong going back to something without her.
I'm not trained in ballet, modern, jazz, tap...(which had I been, I'll admit I'd be doing that right now) so lacking any experience that could translate into the convenient dance world I saw stripping as my only option of being able to ever experience the comfort of performing again. So here I am, 7 years later.
I've always had a problem with the financial aspect of it. I can wholeheartedly say that I've never really cared about how much money I make. I've tried to stop several times but every time I do I feel so empty because I am deprived of the performance experience. It may sound cheesy, but I feel like I live for dancing.
I guess what I am trying to ask: Is it truly so bad if someone is doing this for non-financial reasons?



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