Hooters suddenly seemed like a subversive way of making money off of the sexism that made me sick. At least the men there would have to pay me to smile at their shit.
When I walked onto the restaurant floor, I transformed from a nerdy, introverted college student who was consumed with getting into law school into an outgoing, bouncy, smiley stranger whose sole focus was fun.
Despite being bold enough to apply for a job at Hooters, I wasn't particularly confident in my looks. I felt awkward and nervous about having so much of me on display for public consumption.
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