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Read Amy’s story.

When I was 12 my mom sent me to a home in Elizabethtown, PA. When I was 16, I finally came home because I hated being there, so I ran away. My first day home I found my mom cooking crack in the kitchen. I never knew she even smoked crack. Obviously there was more going on that I didn’t know about because of being away in that other home.

To make a long story short me and my sister started sneaking out of the house and doing whatever we wanted. When I was 17 we moved to a house up town on 4th street. The house had no heat or running water and never any food. My grandparents came almost every day to feed us and to get showers. We kept running the streets – we just didn’t care. My grandparents were always there for us; never left us to be hungry or out in the cold.

My mom’s habit was so bad she was selling her body. She was in jail quite a few times. When I was 18 I got pregnant, so I stayed with my grandparents. Thank God!!! I eventually got my own place after I had my daughter. My sister came to stay with me, and then she started dancing at a gentlemen’s club. I used to tell her how gross I thought it was. I would go there and watch, and then I eventually started dancing three days before my 21st birthday. I can’t even explain how great the money was back then. I did it because I had to provide for myself and my daughter. I never did drugs and I never sold my body either. A lot of people call people like me whores.

I have worked in many clubs and I have actually met some amazing people who were single moms just trying to make it and others who were paying their way through college. Don’t get me wrong, there are young women who do it for all the wrong reasons and do extra for money and who are on drugs. As for me though, I’ve been dealt not such a good life. I have had many, many bad things happen, but I think people need to stop being so quick to judge people who dance…because what people don’t know is that everyone has a story and a past.

*Amy is currently working to make changes in her life and find other employment.

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