who'da thunkit

What were you in a past life?


Money was scarce and it didn't take much to convince you to sell yourself off to the highest bidder. Sometimes you had fine clothing, expensive jewelry, but more often you had faded garments and bruises only half-hidden by your outfit and your makeup. You didn't have any real objection to what you did or why, but you always dreamed of a 'better life', of one day getting out of the business. You died a whore, never managing to claw your way out.

This lifetime, don't sell yourself so short... don't sell yourself at all. Money's not THAT tight, no matter how it may feel. You deserve a better life, and this time around you have a chance at it, if you are willing to take that chance. There's nothing wrong with doing what is necessary, unless and until it hurts you. Grubbing after money, handing off your body, THAT hurts you.

this sounds like me in my current life