9:45


insight thirtyone
this is a very personal and diary like blog... enjoy?

i went for a walk today. just a gentle stroll down the lake that lies underneath the swans and ducklings that swim in the afternoon sun. the gleaming heat making Trigger pant in exhaustion, the cars flying past making a much needed breeze.
before reaching the lake something happened, just something i guess happens to few people but isn't seen in a way that would effect you, right? wrong, oh so very wrong.
"hey girl nice tits"
he shouted from behind the fence, overalls tied around his waist with his friend laughing and whistling as i walked. quickening my speed, i concentrate on my music and carry on. reaching the lake i smile and talk to other dog walkers that ask the breed, age and name of my puppy, the normal day to day "awh"s and "he's so cute"s. trying to push aside the thoughts in my clouded head, i take photos of the pretty daisies and tall green trees that litter the brightly clouded horizon. finally completing the circuit, i wandered into the car park of the nature reserve and stared at the road in front of me. even a normal crossing over the same street to the same path i do most days, but this time it changed, but it doesn't effect me, right? wrong, again you're wrong.
a car beeps, sexual gestures are made.
"nice knockers"
he yelled as the car drove into the distance. and my mind turns into a loop of anger and confusion.
why am i only commented on for assets that lay upon my chest?
i decided to wear this tee-shirt because its warm and i like it, its fitted like every top i own, but that doesn't mean you have the right to point out the facts i have boobs?
every girl has them, so why just point out mine?
why not comment my hair, because i like it today, why not comment on something other than a sexualised body part?
hey you know, let me catcall you and see how you like it, exactly you wouldn't would you?
you're like 18, im 15 why the need, just to be cool?
it makes girls feel degraded and socially judged every time you walk down a street, or every time you go to choose something to wear you question if it's too tight, too short, too showy to the audience around us, we shouldn't do that.
i have friends who get upset or angered because it's happened to them, and now i understand. now i get why it angers them, because i don't understand why.

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