The first time a man hollered at me in the street
i was barely 13
and managed a few lungfuls of air before freezing in terror
but thought
i might be beautiful
the second time a man hollered at me in the street
he told me to smile
and i did, with a lump in my throat
because i have been taught to please others
and i thought
i might be beautiful
the third time a man hollered at me in the street
telling me he’d like to suck my pussy
i felt so much more than i could explain
and blamed myself
but thought
i might be beautiful
the fourth time a man hollered at me in the street
i learned this is how men act
and i forgave
because i have been taught to forgive
and i thought
i might be beautiful
the fifth time a man hollered at me in the street
his gaze like a heat-seeking missile
i was so conscious of my body
in public space
it felt like a battleground
– for him, a playground
and his approval filled me with shame
and i no longer
wanted to be beautiful
just sure-footed and militant
shouting back
F**K YOU!
– Michelle Ryder
Location: USA
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When I was a little girl in France I was told to get informed, seek information, follow what was going on in the world. I remember our teacher from primary school recommending us not to go to bed before the end of the news segment on TV. Later on, in high school, our teachers told us to read different media, from different perspectives in order to better form our own opinion. We were taught to question the info we receive, to ask ourselves whether a media was serious or not, was trying to convince us, manipulate us or was positioned.