My name is Ashley & welcome to my blog.
This is the first time sharing with the world my true experiences as a young stripper. And for so long I tried to forget about it but I realize now it is just a part of who I am.
I wouldn’t exactly say that my life has been easy; my struggles started the day my mother died. I soon learned that life has a lot lessons to teach. Becoming a stripper at a tender age right after I left home has taught me a lot about them in some ways that I wouldn’t have learned had I not.
Through the years in the clubs I learned more about my self and life that that no classroom could ever teach me. I learned to survive in a world that my parents fought so hard to shelter me from.
I understand a blog like this can garner some judgement but I accept that. I hope that it might help others who have found themselves in similar situations to know that you can get through it.
For the longest time I struggled with myself; with the things I’ve done and seen and the places I’ve ended up, the people that have came and gone in my life and mostly the hard decisions I’ve had to make.
Writing has helped me cope, to even come to terms and accept .
I also wanted to shed some light on the stigma that comes with being a stripper. That although there have been many who fall victim to these stigmas, not all have, some are genuine, good people who deserve to have their stories told.