“But when the Johns say “baby you were born for this” that doesn’t mean its true. {…} Being a hooker can seem to mean you’ve lost everything you hoped to be, but that’s not true. You’ve splintered into a million pieces, but you’re still you. You’re alive. It’s in the spaces between those pieces where you learn to feel how other people are feeling. It hurts so much you’re sure it’ll kill you, but it won’t. Later when you’re out of the life…”
(read the rest of Stella Marr’s letter here).
