HOLLA ON THE GO: I was 14, visiting my parents family…

I was 14, visiting my parents family, at the beach. I HAD TO keep on my jeans shorts (because my bikini was inappropriate, gosh it was so uncomfortable to move with that thing once it was wet), and a t-shirt to “not distract boys” (said my parents family) and to “protect myself” (said my mum, who was so fed up by Morocco’s harassment culture that even now, six years later, she refuses to go back, save occasions like her sister’s wedding). That didn’t stop boys to approach me, scaring me to death (almost drowning in the mean time because I went so far away as to not be approached, I was going to be swept away by tides), men, old men kept sneering at me, insulting me and my family, and mortifying my family because, again, it was “my fault” for having a body. I was 14, and still did not know what harassment meant.

 

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