Attention Whores vs. Unfuckwithables and why I love Cardi B
My costume is cinched tight, I’ve re-laced my pointe shoes again and again. My hands are shaking as I stand in the wall of curtains waiting for my cue. Right on time, I step out into the blinding light, my body memory taking over, smile, smile, smile. Everyone is looking at me. I’m terrified. I love it.