“I certainly don’t dress up for the creeps of the world”

I was in 8th grade and walking home from school. I didn’t live more than three or four short blocks from my school, I was on a street I’d walked for years, and it was the middle of the afternoon. I suddenly felt like there was someone staring at me. When I turned I saw a man, probably old enough to be my father, cruising slowly next to me and leaning out his car window. As soon as I looked at him he said in this slow, skeezy voice, “My oh my.” I pretty much ran home.
I’ve always felt really confused about the whole thing. I was immensely creeped out, but a part of me was kind of flattered by it, and because of that I was ashamed of myself.
I still don’t know how to handle catcallers. I have a nice body that I feel good about and I like to dress up in clothes that often attract attention, so if I’m called at and I tell a friend about it they get a look on their face like I had it coming. I shouldn’t have to feel guilty or ashamed about wanting to look nice, and I certainly don’t dress up for the creeps of the world.

Submitted by Jax

One response to ““I certainly don’t dress up for the creeps of the world”

  1. That’s the victim-blaming. “You were wearing a short skirt, so you ‘deserved’ to be raped.” It’s utter bullshit and needs to stop. I don’t care if you’re walking down the street stark naked, everyone has a right to feel comfortable and safe in any situation, and you do NOT ‘have it coming.’

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