The first time I ordered pasties I thought, “Who do you think you are? You will never muster up the courage to perform at a burlesque show ever again.” And it’s true. I haven’t had the courage to do a second show. The first performance, while liberating, brought up some old feelings of doubt. I didn’t belong. I was faking it. What was I trying to prove anyway? It’s not like I’m going to make a career out of this.
But for a brief moment in time, I was fearless and it felt wonderful. And I won’t give up until I recapture that feeling again. With or without my pretty purple pasties.