“Let’s do this,” I said out loud. My clothes dropped all the way to the ground, and the voices around me became clear.
“I want to suck on them tasty toes.”
“Hey baby, let me butter them biscuits for you.”
I looked up to see three men with camera phones filming me. Our eyes met, and one uttered, “Twerk for the camera baby, show them how that ass clap.”
Tears began to well up. I was prepared to be pointed at, shamed, and called fat. I didn’t expect to be fetishized.