I’ve had to face street harassment on a regular basis since the age of 11. The lewd stares, the whistling, a gang of whispering men turning around and smirking at me, a group of boys coming up to my parked car to drop their number, the not-so-accidental graze a sweaty man would make against me in a crowded market…
I thought I’d seen it all. I thought that this was as bad as it would get for me. Begrudgingly, I had even come to accept...
