Fast forward a few years, it’s now the summer before my junior year of high school. I got my first car on my Birthday, and my first “real” job, waiting tables at a local restaurant. I took the morning shift so I could spend most of my days at the beach with my friends. I was a swimmer, so l wanted to be in or near water as much as possible. I also liked showing off my curves. I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed the attention I got. Most of the girls at school still hated me, but I had a small group of girlfriends I knew I could trust and rely on. We relished the fact that far more guys stopped by our spot on the beach than the cool girls’ spot.
The job payed off, too, given that my natural assets garnered a lot of tips. I loved having my own money, and if men were gonna look anyway, I might as well benefit from it. See, I was already learning that sex was power, and I had a lot of power if I chose to use it.