Mikka

I was 18 years old, walking down the street of my small country town. The 14 year old girl I claim as my sister was with me and we were talking as we normally do about life, school, and how hard growing up can be. As we reached the end of the street a large truck went roaring past. With music blazing out the unrolled window, a shout erupted from the car… “Tits” came the call of a middle aged man, that immediately stopped me in my tracks. Leaving me shocked and unsure if I should feel angry, or ashamed. I quickly checked to see if what I was wearing was tight or at all revealing to find I was in an old t-shirt that left everything to the imagination. I looked to my little sister and was horrified to find that it hadn’t phased her at all. She assured me this was normal and to be expected. It happened at school all the time…