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I am currently in desperate need of a femininomenon.
Listen up. This is the reality of all women.
Our bodies are treated like playthings and images of us are used for purposes other than their intent.
Sometimes I remember things about myself like that I have a chronic illness or that I'm part of an oppressed group or that I've actually been catcalled and I'm like oh worm I forgot about that
Men are trash
This is is what I told my boyfriend when I called him yesterday after having my first panic attack in months.
Kill all men.
He agreed when I cried to him about how I had been at my cousin's open house for less than two minutes when I saw another one of my cousins' boyfriend checking me out.
I panicked and ended up sitting in the car and calling my boyfriend replaying the scenario in my head.
Maybe I'm overreacting.
Maybe I was imagining things. She and her boyfriend are having a kid in a couple months, I'm probably being crazy. There's no way I'm telling anyone because I'm not that close with her and I don't want to start drama. I mean, I'm ADD and will sometimes accidentally stare at people when I'm thinking about other things. Maybe he is too?
I saw him.
I haven't felt this kind of gaze in months. Not since I left the college. The kind that goes straight to my (admittedly rather prominent) chest and slowly works it's way up and down my body. The kind that makes me want to throw up.
Why here?
I wore my favorite shirt today, the blue one, it shows a little more chest than my mother would like but I figured I had the opportunity to wear it since I was going to a mostly family event and wouldn't have any reason to be uncomfortable. I thought I was safe.
Why did my day have to be ruined?
I tried to get permission to leave the party early but I didn't drive myself and although we took two cars my parents wanted me to stop being anti social. I fully intended to be social when I woke up that morning.
I can't tell them.
They will only reaffirm the doubts I have about myself. That it's my fault for showing off my chest. That I'm being crazy. That I'm self centered, not everyone is looking at me.
It's not my fault... Right?
Sometimes I wonder why I’ve never been catcalled. Then I remember my hearing loss and realize that maybe I’ve just never heard them. Yet another perk of being half deaf.
Ok but
When you’re wearing shorts and a crop top looking fine as hell and
“Hey darlin-“ 😏
But you’re asexual✨
I’ve never laughed harder
Attention girls and even boys, if an older creepy man makes a remark that makes you feel uneasy or gives you a perverted look PLEASE be sure to let them know that, give them a nasty look or if you are in a crowded/safer environment please don’t be scared to call them out, their moms apparently didn’t do a good job at teaching them any manners so it’s up to us I guess to let them know that what they’re doing is wrong and disgusting.
I know a lot of younger people feel to awkward or scared to say or do something, but they also fail to realize that it won’t just stop out of nowhere, you need to stand up for yourself not only in situations like this but in any situation so hit that reblog
I’d really appreciate it if the creepy old construction worker that catcalled me yesterday could stop trying to talk to me.