I was 12 years old. I was walking along a busy street with my mother. A man leaned out of a car and shouted, “You’ve got nice legs but your nose is too big”. It made me feel scared and ashamed, and suddenly conscious of my appearance.
Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?
Educate everyone about equality, and how harassment affects people. Make misogyny a hate crime.
– Anonymous
Location: London, UK
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To write is the only form of catharsis I can find. Because as a coping mechanism, often all I can do in the moment is mentally file away the harasser, the location, the feeling, into the annexes of my mind, to ferment nicely until the time comes when I take to my keyboard to document and immortalise the incident. It is my small victory, using the fury it invokes to fuel a creative pursuit like writing.