"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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TAPE 5 SIDE A
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I had to attend ballet practice after class as always, daddy always said that success is no accident and I don't know what on earth is leading me to the point where I'm quoting him but it must be dire. The girls and I were in the changing room slipping into our attire, I knew I had a nice body, I was a ballerina I had to. They weighed us every fortnight and made sure we were on a strict diet, there was no room for failure. Being a ballerina of African descent meant that I had to work twice as hard to even compete, all my life I was constantly being told I wasn't enough. I wasn't light enough, tall enough, flexible enough but I made myself enough. Because once I became enough for myself the rest of the world simply followed and fell in line.
I watched as a few of the girls wandered to change in the stalls, most of us were used to stripping down in front of each other by now, it was nothing we didn't see every day when we looked in the mirror and even if it wasn't that wasn't our business. Marcy was much slimmer and shorter than I was, I'm 5"7 which some would say is tall for a girl but they take favor to height in ballet.
"When did you get that one?" I ask gesturing to her new belly button piercing, a blue butterfly, it was pretty.
"During the summer, Rosalie and I got matching ones." She told me and I noticed how her cheeks caught fire at the mention of her name once more.
