Lauren

When I was in Middle School, I was in the mall by myself. I was walking when a man who worked a kiosk asked me to come over. I said no but he kept making a fuss. I went over and kept telling me how beautiful my hair was. He even ran his fingers through it! I was so scared and humiliated. In that crowded mall, nobody tried to notice or help me. After he did that I ran away to the other side of the mall, feeling ashamed of myself. My favorite feature is my hair, and he made that feel dirty to me. But luckily I emailed the manager of the mall and assured me he would be taken care of. I’m glad I got help, but to this day I avoid kiosks