“How’s it going ladies, looking... UGLY” is what a young presumable cis-male said to me & 3 other strangers, as he boarded the public bus I was on. His friends got a kick out of this as they all claimed the back seats & started to laugh loudly about “bitches who hit them up on fbook” & how “at least fat chicks means fat asses.” 🙄🤢
Wish I could say this wasn’t a normal occurrence in my life, but it is, & it has been forever. Between my gender expression, my fatness, & showing my fiancé public affection street harassment & hurtful comments are VERY regular.
I did take comfort in the fact that a younger version of myself would have crumbled at this cruelty, but instead the babe I am today didn’t even flinch. Actually, the babe I am today immediately thought 4 things;
1. I’m actually not a lady, tyvm.
2. You have no idea if these other 3 people are ladies your presumptuous douche.
3. We don’t exist for you to have something to look at. &
4. You’d be LUCKY if a fat ass wanted to hit you up on any social media platform, bitch.
I don’t share this for sympathy, I know MANY of us know exactly what brand of bullshit I’m talking about rn. I share this because I’m thinking about it, it was legit an hour ago lol, but also because this shit gets easier to handle when you have a community of people who care about you, share their experiences with you & let you know you’re not alone. 🖤