Don’t Judge Me by My Captain America Bulge

I’m a shy exhibitionist. Is that really so strange?

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A former boss once made an unexpected observation about me during a daily morning conference meeting. It had absolutely nothing to do with my job performance.

“You know, Jeremy, you’re an interesting set of contradictions,” he announced in front of our colleagues. “You’re kind of shy, but at the same time, you’re an exhibitionist. There are all of these hidden sides.”

This exhibitionist? Whoa. Was he serious?

After further consideration, I realized he was kind of right. I rarely spoke unless spoken to during those morning meetings, but I was perfectly fine sashaying into a work bash decked out in a clingy, bulge-revealing Captain America onesie.

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