My Life in Burlesque: Getting Back on the (Glitter)Horse

In the moments after, I swore that I was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERFORMER and I WAS NEVER DOING THIS NUMBER AGAIN.

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My Life in Burlesque: A Very Glittery Thanksgiving

I’m not one for the daily Facebook posts of gratitude. Nothing wrong with it, they’re just not my deal. But as I reflect on my holiday solo debut last Friday, prepare for an audition tomorrow (suddenly, I’m someone who goes to auditions again!) and get ready to put on my civilian clothes and head to my parents’ for the long weekend, I’ll lay out my own list: Read More My Life in Burlesque: A Very Glittery Thanksgiving

Me and My (Curvy) Shadow: Burlesque and Body Image

TW: talk of size and weight (no numbers)

“I hope no one thinks, ‘Why’d they let the big girl in?'” Read More Me and My (Curvy) Shadow: Burlesque and Body Image