The first time I experienced street harassment, I was 12 years old. I was sitting alone in my mom’ scar outside of a landscaping/flower shop, reading a book, while she went inside to buy flowers.
From the corner of my eye, I saw an older man who worked there, probably in his 20s or 30s, staring at me and nodding his head up and down. He motioned for about five and then five more of his friends to come over. From 20 feet away from the car they kept nodding their heads at me and making inappropriate smirks and kissing faces. I was scared and so I ran inside the shop to stand next to my mom. My hands were shaky and my cheeks were red..she asked what was wrong but I said I was fine because I thought it was my fault.
I’m 18 now and I know it wasn’t my fault, and neither were my other experiences with street harassment.
– Anonymous
Location: Elmhurst, Il
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