I was at the local shops doing my food shopping when a man came up behind me, put his hand up my dress and prodded me in the arse. It has been a month since it happened and I still can’t go there by myself. I have wonderful friends and a beautiful partner who always go with me now until I’m ready to go it alone again. Reading all these stories has really helped me not feel alone and has taught me what happened wasn’t shameful or my fault. Thank you
Why when I go shopping for clothes do I have to go all the way to the third fourth or fifth floor. Even in two story or single story units I always have to go upstairs or to the back and the choice is way more limited. All I want to do is get in and out as quickly as possible so surely it makes sense to put clothes for people like me at the front or on the ground floor and leave the seasoned and more dedicated shoppers to spend more time going up and down escalators. Even going along any main street in a city the number of shops for people like me with deep voices, stubble and flat chests is outnumbered 5 to 1 aimed at the smoother more curvaceous memers of society. Life is so biased to women
I walked into a charity shop one day looking for books for my baby daughter. I was surprised to see the children’s books marked out on the shelves as “books for boys” and “books for girls”.