My friend and I decided to go shopping in the city one day and everything was going well until a man, in his late 40s/50s, came up behind me, touched my butt and told me he liked my pants. We rushed into a store and I had to hold back my tears. I felt dirty and upset and spent the rest of the day with my jacket tied around my waist to try to avoid any further harassment. I felt as though it was my fault, that I shouldn’t have worn my high-waisted pants, that they were too ‘slutty’. I still feel uncomfortable about the situation. I am 15-years-old and these occurrences happen almost every time I go into the city.
– Anonymous
Location: City
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