When your eleven you start developing or you started already. You start wearing bras and all the boys in class would laugh, be amazed or even pick with them. That's where it all starts. Your hips are starting show all the boys notice. Trading in pigtails for a free flowing hair du, those cute little gymshoes are now leather ankle boots. You are becoming a young woman.
When you hear the term young woman, you think of something strong. Maybe even independent, beautiful, charming, smart, witty and optimistic. Those are all true. What about what goes on beyond what we know or what we choose to talk about. What about when you had to pick out clothes to avoid harassment for that school day or when you had to avoid walking past the group of boys so they wouldn't talk about your breasts. Or maybe for the other perspective if you had to avoid wearing something or walking past that group of guys because they would talk about your boyish figure. Why don't we talk about those things.
Sexual Harassment isn't always black and white. I have had my butt grabbed countless times without knowing who it was or without my consent. Why do young boys think this is an okay thing to do? What gives them the right to do the reckless things they do. We are equal human beings don't make me feel like a lesser one.
