Today I wore this shirt to work. I had on black pants, bootie heals, and a black, long sleeved sweater.
I was confident when I left the house, I loved the pattern, I knew my combination was professional, I worked hard and I was proud of myself.
Today I let a handful of men make me feel like lesser than dirt. In the span of three city blocks there were 6 men who chose to talk to me about my body, what they would like to do, how they could "treat me", and so on.
I know this happens every day, I know it's "a thing", but today I let it chip at me a little bit. Maybe because I had a huge headache from caffeine withdrawal...or maybe because I SHOULDNT have to deal with this walking from work to the train every day. We're a better human race when we don't objectify each other.