The first time I was harassed on the street I was only 12. My friends and I were walking down a busy street, I was wearing a sun dress and my friends were in shorts. All of the sudden we hear two old men in a truck whistling at us, calling us baby. I was horrified, and on the brink of tears. I turned to my friends for some comfort or anything that could help and all they did was shrug. When we finally got to the restaurant, I broke down into tears. All I could think was, “How could they even do that!! Couldn’t they tell I was only 12?” The saddest part was that the girls who were with me were younger, and even they knew we couldn’t do much.
– Anonymous
Location: Colorado Blv. Denver, CO
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