As a dancer, I’m surrounded by successful people every day-
rich customers, girls who’ve gotten rich off customers- as well as people who’d
have you believe they’re a lot better off than they are. Sometimes I do think ‘what’s
wrong with me?’ when I hear about girls my age who own houses and drive luxury
cars. I compare myself just long enough to remember that I don’t care. I
genuinely am grateful for a decent apartment, and any car that runs is a big
improvement over the bus.
Sometimes I think that the people who have more than me
actually have less than me because they have less appreciation, less things they
really love. After all, we dancers know that money brings everything except
true love. We buzz around the rich men like flies, flirting, complementing,
getting that dance, that room, that tip, that promise that he’ll come back and
see us, then it’s on to the next one. The guys we love, the guys we date and
marry, put money on their books when they’re in prison, move across the country
with when they join the military, the guys we pray for and fight with on the phone
in the dressing room, how many of them are actually rich?
Since money has never made me love a man, what makes me think
that any amount of self-made riches will make me love myself?
I think what most of us girls, even the ones that brag, are
really after is stability. Stability, like love, comes in different forms for
different people. Some girls won’t feel like they’re safely away from the grasp
of poverty until they get that two story house and that car they’ll be paying
off forever. Some girls just want enough saved in the bank to pay a couple months
rent in case something should happen. Some girls will give every penny they
make to a lawyer because they won’t feel safe and secure until their man comes home.
While I have my personal opinions about which investments are better in the
long run, I know that what’s right for me isn’t what’s right for another girl.
So when I overhear girls brag about their latest purchase or make plans with
someone on the other end of a long-distance call, I’m not jealous. I’m just thinking
that I hope whatever she has is really worth it.