I was 16 or 17 wearing my school uniform (a kilt and sweater) in a coffee shop with some friends waiting on them to order when a grown man (mid-20s maybe) tried chatting me up. I could feel his eyes looking at my body, my legs specifically while asking how old I was, even after I told him I was a teen, his demeanour did not change and it just made me really uncomfortable. Now that I’m 21, I will never understand an adult viewing a teenager in that way
