On an unusually hot afternoon I headed to a local market in Whitechapel to pick up some fabric from one of the stalls. Because of the weather I was wearing a strap top and long loose fitting trousers, with a tiny bit of midriff on show.
The abuse I received seemed to get worse as the day went on. The first man to harass me said, ‘Thank you’, to which instinctively I responded ‘For what?’, his reply, ‘For lighting up my day with your beauty’. Though for some women this might seem “sweet” or a “compliment”, I resent the fact that the way I look overrides my the person I am.
As I walked from Liverpool Street to Whitechapel, various men whistles and beeped their car horns at me, some I passed in the street whispering, “Alright gorgeous,” under their breath in voices that made my skin crawl.
But when one white van passed me I felt like I was about to burst out in tears. One man leered out, shouting at me, “You alright love you look all aroused – I can see your nips.”
On the busy street everyone turned round to look at me and I felt shamed for choosing to wear the clothes I had put on that morning.
This has to stop. My body is my own.
– Anonymous
Location: London, UK
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