So this is how I grew up to be an insecure girl and sister.
She looked tinier than usual, and then she said it out loud, "Today, at the park, a boy squeezed my chest."
I don't blame him, I blame myself.
You were the worst kind of woman, the kind they teach us not to be.
My mom-in-law would tell him in front of me to slap me if I replied rudely to him.
"It will be ugly if some rickshaw puller teases you," he smiled wryly.
We confronted those men who were very blatantly staring at women and they were unapologetic about it.
In the end, I was proved right.
I Put Up With My Girlfriend's Feminist Act For A Long Time But What She Said That Day Made Me Give Up On Her Completely
Like all ex-boyfriends tell themselves, I am consoling myself with “Shit Happens”.
Her staged bruises look so real, I thought.