silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I am 30 years old. I have lived in this small town my entire life. Growing up here was rough. People were always judging me because of my size and appearance. But I learned to adapt and survive. I'm a car wash attendant at the local place downtown. It's not glamorous but it pays the bills. My days consist of washing cars, making small talk with customers, and dealing with the occasional creep who thinks he can get away with catcalling me or touching my body without my consent.
I try to focus on my work as much as possible when I'm at the car wash, but some days are better than others. The smell of soap and wax can be comforting, but it's also a reminder that I'm stuck in this dead-end job, living in a town where people still treat me like dirt just because of who I am.
When I'm not working, I love to take long walks along the river that runs through our town. The sun on my skin feels good after a long day, and it's one of the few times when I feel truly alive. But even then, I have to be careful - there are some guys who like to lurk around the riverbank, waiting for unsuspecting women like me to walk by so they can make their move. It's a never-ending cycle of fear and survival.
