To get home from school i must always walk past a park and through a subway. This man decided to walk towards me making obscene gestures. When i was speeding up and almost running he stood laughing at me and shouting ‘i like little girls’. I’m 16 but have an extreme baby face but this doesn’t stop the men as they then see my breasts.
I was 17 walking home from school. It was sunny and warm and i was sweating and tired. I was in my uniform, a too-long skirt and jumper with a bag that weighed about a third my own weight. I was rounding the corner to my house when a group of around 8-10 boys walked passed and started making very uncomfortable comments about my body and what they wanted to do to me. I kept my head down, my face was red and I was mortified, but the thing that brought the most shame was that these boys were really young. One to me looked to be about 10 or 11 and was loudly making extremely suggestive comments. It’s really embarrassing and uncomfortable to feel fear and shame at what kids younger than you are threatening you with and I ran home and took an hour long shower to try and forget. But that was 3 years ago and unfortunately only one of an uncountable amount of times something like this has happened.
I became our robotic’s team co-captain earlier this summer. One of the boys in our team is extremely sexist, so when I got into a leadership role through hard work and commitment and he did not, he keyed my car. I can’t prove anything since I don’t have a recording, but he left early in anger and was one of the few people in the parking lot. I know that big scratch down the side of my car was meant to intimidate me, but it only makes me more determined. Whenever he tries to stare me down, I always win. I’m not a quitter. He should know better. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
When I was 13, a boy groped my breasts on the school bus while all his friends were watching. They all followed me around at lunch asking for their turn. I told a teacher and they told me “boys will be boys.” The only reason it stopped was because they graduated high school. they were all 17 at the time.
I never really go to school dances, but the one time i tried it was a few months ago. i will never go again. i got dressed up as i assumed i should and felt really good about myself. i got there, met up with friends and had a great time. halfway through, we took a trip to the bathroom together (as we do), and i realized that all my friends wore shorts under their dresses. i didn’t think i needed to, because i don’t go to these kinds of events and don’t know. when i brought it up, they all looked at me as if i was crazy for not assuming i needed them. turns out i did, as i was assaulted by a kid about half an hour later. he reached under my dress, pulled at my underwear and snapped them, like someone would snap a bra strap. he laughed and tried to do it again, but i got away and got myself lost in the crowd of people. nobody saw it happen, and when i told my friends, they said, and i will never forget it, “that’s what happens when you don’t take plan and take precautions”. WHY ON EARTH IS THAT A PRECAUTION I NEEDED TO TAKE? TLDR;; I didn’t know i needed to wear shorts under dresses at school events, and got assaulted by some kid. friends said it was my fault for not planning that it would happen.
I was in my second year of high school (I’d be about 15). The spring semester was ending and so it was getting very hot outside, so I dressed for the weather – tank top with thick straps, shorts that were mid thigh, which fit the school dress code. I make it all the way to lunch with no problem. Then I’m sitting at lunch with my friends when one of the female teachers came up to me and told me I needed to change my shirt. I argued my clothes fit dress code and that it was freaking hot but she wasn’t having it. Okay, I can play this game. I had worn a light sweatshirt that morning, since it’d been cooler and rainy, and I had it in my bag. So I pulled it out, put it on over my tank top, then pulled my arms inside both tops and pulled the tank top out of the bottom of my sweatshirt, much to my teacher’s horror. Remember, we’re in a crowded cafeteria, and god forbid if someone caught a glimpse of my stomach! She didn’t write me up but the look on her face was worth it, even if I was hot the rest of the day.
At my school, the girls football club was cancelled permanently, to spend more money on good coaches for the boys football club. And people wonder why ‘ girls are bad at football ‘. I’ve been playing football since I was 6, and absolutely love it. My family can’t afford for me to join a club outside of school, and so know all of my dreams have been taken without hesitation. I’m 14.
Being a Hairy Girl, I started waxing at a young age (11) due to comments I’d begun receiving from friends and family, saying I need to shave or that my leg and arm hairs are ‘ugly’. Now however, I’ve grown to love and accept my hairs meaning I no longer see waxing as a necessity, though I enjoy the silky result. Nevertheless, this year there was a 3 month period where I did not wax (it ended last week) and during those months, the amount of comments I received was honestly ridiculous. At the start I just felt embarrassed and uncomfortable but by the end I felt almost angry. I find it SO ABSURD that because I am a female, I have to remove something I was born with in an effort to seem more feminine and pretty, yet guys don’t need to do it and if they do, are ridiculed. I cannot believe the amount of boys that have had the audacity to tell me I “need” to shave. This is MY body, and the fact that I should even ‘HAVE’ to shave in the first place because of stereotypes is absolutely infuriating. Meanwhile, to the girls who have told me similar statements, I feel sad for them as they do not realise shaving is an option. I once had a girl friend of mine whisper to me as if doing me a favour, ‘You really need to shave because you look like a monkey’ as if I should be embarrassed by what I was BORN WITH. And the social injustice that though I am hairy, I have considerably less hair than most if not, all of my guy friends yet I am the one compared to a monkey?? The fact that women have to do so much to please society and that it has to do with our looks just makes me so mad. Now I wonder if I waxed for me or to put a stop to those annoying, hurtful comments. Stay strong fellow hairy girls xx
My 15 year old daughter attends a well performing state school. She works hard, is a high achiever and hopes to become a doctor. She recently received a letter from school congratulating her on her performance and letter her know that, as a special reward, she could have a make up lesson. She was upset and demoralised but school just thought we were making a fuss when we complained. She is also being hassled by a group of ‘anti feminist’ boys to the extent that they disrupt many classes, get in the way of her study and discourage her for signing up to initiatives such as ‘this Girl Can’. She reported it to her form teacher who escalated it to the deputy head. When she was summoned to discuss it they told her it was probably just because the boys had a crush on her so she should ignore it. She challenged that boys shouldn’t be allowed to grow up thinking that it is acceptable to be aggressive and disparaging to people whom they find attractive. To date, no action has been taken.
As a student at a public middle school, I am quite used to innapropriate behavior from boys, but one situation has left me particularly distressed. I ride the bus home, and every afternoon there is a group of older boys (by older I mean 13-14 years old) that sit at the back. They spend the entire ride discussing graphic and often degrading sexual acts. They also pull up porn on their phones and play it just loud enough that most of the students can hear it, but the bus driver cannot. The girls all try to ignore them, but their vile discussions obviously disturb us all, especially the younger children. The boys also seem to enjoy picking on the girls, even the young ones, by singling them out and calling them degrading names, as well as making disgusting sexual suggestions and describing all the things that they would like to “do with them.” Some of these girls are barely 11 years old. Although many of the girls, myself included, dread riding the bus because of this, none of us stand up to them because we know it will only get worse. Reporting it to the school won’t do much good, either, because this behavior occurs on most of the busses and is considered kind of normal because “boys will be boys,” I guess. The saddest part of the whole ordeal is that because of the tainted culture they were raised in, these young men do not seem to realize that the way that they are speaking and acting are wrong. To them, it’s just all one big joke, and if any of the girls get upset over it, they’re just being overly sensitive and uptight. Until the boys transfer to high school, the bus ride home will remain the most dreaded time of day for me.