maternal support.

So a few weeks ago, I realized I was broke. Not the regular broke that I am every day, but a new low. There was about $15 in my bank account... and I still had Christmas presents to purchase. When I saw the contents of my account, I immediately started looking around my room for something I could sell that wasn't my body. But I could find nothing. I went downstairs and ended up talking to Tyra on the phone about the siutation. During the conversation, I was telling her that I might have to start dancing on the pole. My mom was in the background saying that sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do. A little bit later I was in my mom's room and I asked her if she would be upset if I started stripping. Do you know what she said?

"What? Why? I would not care if you were a stripper. Someone's gotta do it. But if you were a prostitute, that I'd have a problem with. But go ahead and dance if you need the money."

Now that is unconditional motherly love. There's nothing in this world like it.