The first time I ever experienced this was 7th grade. I was wearing pants several sizes too big and a painting shirt (so it’s not as though I was dressed revealingly. And I was also about 13, for heaven’s sake. What is there to reveal?).

As I was waiting for a light to turn green so I could cross the street, a pick-up with 4 or 5 guys began yelling things like, “Hey, I’m hungry. Come satisfy my appetite!”

I’m pretty sure I ignored them until they drove off when their light turned. It speaks a lot, though, that I still remember this seven years later. I could probably name every single time I’ve been harassed, in fact.

– EW

Location: Chicago, Illinois

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