When I walk out to do my grocery shopping I have to hear how “tasty” I look, although I dress modestly and not revealing at all to go to the market. I also hear how much “they’d be able to make a fine job with me to put a smile on my face”. Every time this happens, I hold my keys a little tighter, holding in the indignation I feel for his complete entitlement of judging if I am appealing to him or not.
I do not leave the house any longer without any kind of music playing in my ears because this is a form of aggression that ruins my whole day.
– Ana
Location: São Paulo, Brazil
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