So Pure. So Precious.

so pure. so precious. ♡

I'm going to go on a little rant here As a teenage girl, I've gotten used to creepy middle aged men staring at me when I walk down the street. As much as I fucking hate it, I've gotten used to it because apparently that's the way the world is right now. Women have become sexual things for men to objectify however they want (Im really having trouble wording this right now because I'm sitting on my closet floor in the dark crying). To try and minimize the objectifying stares I get every day when I walk home from school, I wear this oversized black hoodie everyday. So this one day I thought nothing of putting on my black hoodie. I throw on a random shirt I find in my drawer. It just happens to be a tank top. I walk to school and take this really big AP test and I'm fucking exhausted after it. So my friend and I are walking back to my house after we finish the test, and it's like 100° out and I'm wearing this thick ass black hoodie. I hesitate to take it off because I know that I'm only wearing a cami under it (I have giant boobs), but my friend it worried about her neck getting sunburned so I decide to take it off so she can cover her neck. (we started arguing and walking on different sides of the street at this point, so I'm walking alone now) I'm walking in my jeans and tank top for maybe a minute before I start getting catcalled. I was so embarrassed that people were looking at me like that, like, I'm a fifteen year old girl and middle aged men with their wives and kids in the car are yelling sexual slurs at me. I shake off this really vomit-y feeling in the pit of my stomach and keep walking home. A few days later, I'm at school and I see this guy who is really creepy around me, like he has taken pictures of me and walks weirdly next to me in the hall. So he follows me as I walk down the hall to I go to get a drink, and he keeps trying to put his arm around me, but I keep pushing him off. I go into the bathroom to try and get away from him and wait for a few minutes. I go back out and HE'S STILL THERE. HE FUCKING WAITED FOR ME OUTSIDE THE GIRLS BATHROOM. He continues trying to put his arm around me and walk quickly away from him. Then I see my friend standing at the end of the hall so I literally sprint away from the creep to him and I whisper that he won't stop following me. He hugs me and walks me back to my class but from the end of the hall, yes IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL, the creep screams 'she's got a nice ass, huh?' It turns out that the friend who saved me from the creep is kind of an asshole, but I feel like I can't stop being friends with him cause he's the only one who was there for the that day. I haven't even told anyone else because a) they wouldnt believe me or b) they would tell me to take it as a compliment The moral of the story is I'm fucking sick of being objectified and Im fucking sick of boys grabbing me in the hallway and staring at my ass. And on top of that, all my friends are acting like snakes and I'm so emotional right now so I just really needed to get this shit off my chest

Lmaoooooo

"This is a sin..." - My friend, rubbing lotion on my eyelid, trying to get my eyeliner off.

Gospels from the mouth of DanRad