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Last summer when I sat down in the tram on my way to work, a man started shouting at me that I shouldn’t be wearing a tanktop with my small breast size, because it was an assault to all the people who would have to look at me. First I just responded something along the lines of ‘Yeah you must be the expert’ but he wouldn’t stop. The tram ride took about 3 1/2 minutes during which he yelled at me constantly and everybody could hear. It wasn’t until the very last stop when I got up to exit the tram that some man who had sat a metre away the whole ride murmured to the shouting man that he could stop now.
Normally I am quite confident and I didn’t believe the things that he said but after those 3 1/2 minutes of being shouted at for how my body looked I just walked to my connecting train as fast as I could and started crying once I was inside. I have never felt so objectified in my life.