A Southern Girls Confessions



Welcome, y'all. I'm Shelby.

Behind every magnolia bloom is a story of survival, of beauty that thrives in the darkness. For years, I lived a life that most people only whisper about—working nights, meeting strangers, and learning lessons that no finishing school could ever teach.

This blog is my diary unlocked. Each day, I'll share a story from my past—some will make you laugh until sweet tea comes out your nose, others might break your heart like mama's favorite china. Through it all, I promise to bring you the unvarnished truth of a Southern girl who took an unexpected path.

You'll find no judgment here, just honest tales and hard-earned wisdom from someone who's seen the world from a different angle. I've walked in stilettos most couldn't balance in and carried secrets heavier than Georgia humidity.

Sometimes funny, sometimes raw, always real—these are my stories of resilience, regret, and unexpected joy.

So pour yourself something strong, get comfortable, and join me after midnight, when the proper facades fall away and truth blooms like magnolias in the darkness.

*New stories posted daily. Y'all come back now, ya hear?*

About me

About Me
Hey, I’m Shelby—the voice behind Confessions of a Former Sex Worker. That’s not just the title. It’s the truth.
For years, I lived in a world most people only whisper about. I worked as an escort. Sometimes it was thrilling, sometimes it was devastating—but it was never simple. I walked into it thinking I was in control, and in some ways I was. In others… not so much.
The stories I share here are mine. The feelings are real. The lessons? Hard-earned. Shelby is the name I used then, and it’s the name I use here—because that part of me deserves to speak. The other names you’ll read? Well, they’ve been changed. Or maybe they haven’t. Wink.
This blog isn’t about shock value. It’s about the emotional weight of living that life, what it took from me, what it gave me, and what it meant to finally decide—enough. I wanted more. I wanted peace. I wanted to stop splitting myself into pieces to make other people whole.
So, I write. I confess. I unpack. I heal. And if you’ve ever felt unseen, unheard, or misunderstood—this space is for you too. Come as you are. No judgment here.
Just truth, one layer at a time.