Anya

I cannot help but notice the very obvious stares of strange men from across the road or walking past me. They stare at the places that they shouldn’t be staring at on a 13 year old girl, my bottom. I hate knowing that there is nothing I can do except debate to myself in the morning, whether to dress how I want to dress, or how society lets me dress so I don’t draw any unwanted attention to myself whilst I am walking with my friends or on my own.