Thinking about my life so far, and how so much of it has been shaped by awareness of being female makes me more vulnerable. There are many stories like mine, and I am 'lucky' I have not been seriously assaulted.
To the man who took my virginity when I was 15, and he was 22. When I said I wasn't ready, why did you insist I needed to as I said I would?
To the boyfriend who carried on having sex with me when I was 25, even though I was crying, why did you think that was okay?
To the countless men who felt my breasts, and bottom as I walked by you in bars and clubs, why did you think that was acceptable?
Why did I feel guilty for 'allowing these things to happen to me'?
It could have been me, it could have been any of us.
Something has to change.