#oh my GOD
So I recently learned that there is quite probably a photo of my 12-year-old self in a bra floating around the Internet somewhere. And I’m pretty sure someone took this photo of me, when I was 12, while I was at school, changing clothes for PE, without my ever knowing it. I learned this when I ran into a kid I used to go to school with, and he told me about this photo that I have never seen, and he then let me know that almost every guy in my class and some of the surrounding grades frequently referred to me as “the short girl with the huge titties.” I had a class of less than 40 students in a school with under 200 total. Everyone knew who everyone else was, and they all knew my name. It just wasn’t important.
If you want to know why I need feminism, it’s because I don’t want to be a fucking object. I don’t want people to refer to me by naming what they see as my most important feature. I don’t want people to have this strange, perverted entitlement to look at or grab my breasts- or any other part of my body.
And I’ve been part of this problem since I grew breasts at age 10, and ended up sporting a size 36D bra around the age of 12.
I feel so fucking violated right now, I don’t even want to leave my house to go to work tomorrow.
holy fucking shit are you kidding me
emily this is awful I am so sorry