Sick and Tired of Rejection they become Strippers

What drives a girl to become a stripper.
To become so lost and deprived of any true love but still willing to endure the hell involved.

What really makes a woman want to degrade herself by sharing(selling) her body with(to) the world.
To go to bed at night with tears rolling down her cheeks knowing it’s not worth it. But waking up in the morning continuing the vicious cycle.


I look back now and see my little heart as a small girl. Rejection was written all over it.


Not only was I rejected by the first man in my life. My dad. I was then later rejected by boys.
I was stinkin’ tired of rejection!
Tired of offering my heart over and over again. And in return receiving pain, lies, and simply being ignored.

Somewhere in my sick mind I knew I could lose rejection once and for all! Finally.
I knew I wanted to pack my bags and be done with my enemy ..rejection.
My bags contained all I needed to endure this new life I thought I wanted.
My “luggage” would be packed with…
Bitterness and Hatred

And only God knows what else.

My anger, bitterness, and hatred towards my father and men in general would be my fuel that would drive me indeed.

Well, it would’ve driven me but my little journey never began.
Because you see at the age of 16. That lonely girl found herself alone in a room, crying out. Yes. She had already packed her bags nice and full. But at the end all the pain. All the hurt. All the lies and anger would not be enough to hold her back from running to The Saviour!

Could there really be a Man that wouldn’t reject her?? She didn’t know but she had to take the chance.
She unpacked her heavy bags. And she cried. Because for once in her life she could finally just be herself and no longer fear rejection. It was as if He wiped away her tears and cradled her broken heart.

She waved bye to those demons and the devil himself that had been waiting outside the door for her. The path that had been paved just for her vanished. And a new one appeared almost instantly.

How can it be that the Creator of the universe cares for me.

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken
I’m accepted. You were condemned
I’m alive and well- Your spirt is within me- because You died and You rose again.

You see I realize now that Jesus was rejected FOR US. For me.
I had been rejected countless times. But when I ran into His open arms that night He recieved me.

All that past rejection would’ve definitely caused me to become someone I really wouldn’t have wanted to be. To do things I wouldn’t have really wanted to do.
13 years later scary to think where I would be.

It’s time.
Time to UNpack your bags. Let it go. And run into the arms of your Saviour.
I promise He will welcome you.
Of course He will. Remember He was rejected so you wouldn’t have to be.

Lots of Love,

From rejection to finally being accepted.


All she really ever wanted was a daddy


-As she gives herself away night after night…. guy after guy, boy after boy, man after man.. she crys…

Because she knows
All she really ever wanted was a daddy.

-As she dances, she can’t seem to shake away the shame. No one understands. All they see is her body uncovered and open for all to gaze upon. And as she walks backstage..she crys..

Because she knows
All she really ever wanted was a daddy.

-As she sits there while he flatters her and compliments her…telling her she is beautiful, telling her she is hot, telling her he needs her, she looks away. And as he begins to feel up on her and unbutton her jeans, she just can’t seem to push him away. The attention feels too good to say no to.
And at last as she lays there, hearing him snore. The tears roll down her 14 year old face as she crys..

Because she knows
All she really ever wanted was a daddy.

-As she takes a long drag of her cigarette, she watches the busy street below her balcony and she thinks to herself…She has done pretty darn well for herself. Her education, her career, her expensive condo, her expensive car, her diamonds, her designer clothing. And as she thinks, she crys..

Because she knows
All she really ever wanted was a daddy.

-As she yells and screams at her small children, out of anger, out of frustration, for nothing really,
they run to their bedrooms. And as she hears their small whimpers. She also crys, her sobs uncontrollable.

Because she knows
All she really ever wanted was a daddy.



Some daddy-less girls might admit it freely.
Some daddy-less girls might only admit it when they are alone.
Some daddy-less girls might never believe it. ..

That deep down inside….in the darkest corners of her soul.
It’s there…….and it hurts.
And yes, honestly it sucks.

From what??
the loneliness.
the sadness.
the emptiness.
the horrible feeling of abandonment.

GOD is the
Father to the fatherless…
~Psalms 68:5

In other words:
** Daddy to the daddyless! **

I know how it is to be far from being a little girl but still at times…sometimes.. just wanting a hug from my daddy.

My heart breaks for all these daddyless girls… and not only for the ones that never had a dad or never knew their dad, but for all those that(like me)did have a dad at home BUT still never experienced the real, PURE, and true love that every dad should undoubtedly give.

<I guess I could say my dad least sometimes..but…well…I’ll leave that for another post.> 😉
(to be continued..)

You are NO accident.
You are NO mistake.

I can prove it to you:

*By You I have been upheld from birth; You are He who took me out of my mother’s womb.
~Psalms 71:6

*For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.
~Psalms 139:13

And my favorite:

*”Before I formed you in the womb I knew you..”
~Jeremiah 1:5

Are you longing for a daddy?
He’s actually longing for .. you.

I AM the Father to the fatherless.

Related Article: The Plight Of Daddyless Daughters

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