For Context... (photo by Rocco's Photography)

     For those of you who have been following my stories, I should throw some context for what was going on with me at the point of my life when I first started modeling. I counted down to the day I would become a legal adult. I raged at the fact I had to go to high school. I didn’t even go to my senior year because I turned 18 the summer after my junior year. I got my first job when I was 16 (fast food), bought my first car when I was 17, with my own money, even though my dad told me he would help contribute to the cost, I wanted to do everything on my own and be completely independent, apart from his control.

     I had been designing my first tattoo by tracing my own experimental designs on a notepad with sharpie marker. I got my first tattoo immediately after turning 18, and I truly love it :) It’s my tramp stamp on my lower back. This was my physical reminder that my body was my own, and I could do what I wanted! To this day I still love my tattoo, and I couldn’t imagine my booty without it. It’s a part of me!

I also got my belly button pierced, I still have and love my navel piercing!

     Since I was a legal adult finally, it was time I ran myself through the crucible with drugs, sex, alcohol, and finally expressing my inner feminine beauty that I was shamed for for my whole life leading up until that point. I got approved to rent an apartment that summer with one of my coworkers who was only 17. I was finally free.

     One of my biggest problems was that I trusted everyone so easily. I didn’t know that the world would be full of people who wanted to take advantage of me. I didn’t know people would say “I love you” when they really were just trying to bleed you to death for everything you are. I didn’t know how health insurance worked. I didn’t know what collection agencies were. I didn’t know fake institutions would try to scam me. I wonder if my parents knew I would slingshot away so fast, if they’d have tried to prepare me? I probably wouldn’t have listened by that point anyway. I was so turned off by trying to be controlled.

Thanks for reading... 

*Kristy

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