I was born to dance. I may have even become the best ballerina this country has ever seen.
But when you have no one to guide you as a young person, you become very lost.
I craved love and attention, and I found it in men.
I’ve always had a certain allure that draws men to me. I worked that out at a very young age.
At first it was fun teasing them, then a thrill … then it was just easy. Men were just too easy.
I loved the way they looked at me when I danced for them, the way they stared at my body.
I danced for men who paid to watch. Then he found me. I was the next desperate girl, ripe for the picking.
If only I knew what I was being picked for.
This is my story. This is how I lost the girl I once was. Now, you can call me Miranda.