Federica

I remember my first experience of everyday sexism clearly: I was 13 or 14 and waiting for the bus alone on a sunny Saturday afternoon. A car stopped, a man (in his 50s) lowered the window to ask; “how much?”. I didn’t even realise what he wanted.
A couple of years later I started going to the gym. It didn’t last long. There was a guy (40 years old, married) who could not take his eyes off me all the time. Until he started making conversation with me and finally asked if he could take me out for icecream. I never went back.
These episodes happened when I was underage and are not the only ones but those the stand out to me for being particularly offensive.