I would have sold my body
If I were hot enough, and it weren't for my religious values, I would definitely have considered prostitution.
I was essentially trapped by my parents, and I couldn't get a job. It felt like living in a dystopia sometimes. It was suffocating and depressing. It felt like I'd could lose my mind sometimes.
The situation was such that I wouldn't even have been able to get medical or dental help if I needed it. My sole ticket out of there was to accumulate money.
Money. Money. Money. I'd think all day long about how to work around my situation and get it.
Prostitution, despite the risks, could have been a good way to make the fast money I needed to buy a car and an apartment downpayment for the near future.
I thought that it was unfortunate about my religion's rules against fornication.
Despite not being the hottest taco around, being an underage virgin could probably have added to my appeal, and earned me extra money from pedophiles.
That probably sounds fucked up, but that doesn't matter to me. Self-respect wasn't going to save me from the place where I was trapped; money was.
I wonder whether I could have mustered the courage to go through with selling my body. I think so.