Why do people feel the need to reduce another human being to a sum of their body parts? Fundamentally, we are all the same, for the most part. We all have beating hearts, whether we were born with it or not. We are all alive. We all have thoughts, feelings, voiced or not.
I am not my body. I am my voice. I am my opinions. I am my soul. I am not an object to be broken down and torn apart, just to build myself up again.
Ask any female you know that has experienced puberty, and she will have been cat-called, at least once in her life. It is rude, and it makes the female on the receiving end incredibly uncomfortable. And that’s the point. To make the caller feel in control. Because by having the ability to make someone uncomfortable, just by a couple of words, you automatically exert some sort of power over them. Suddenly, you can make someone want to shrink into a ball of nothing, because you called out to them, you drew attention to them that they did not ask for in any way, shape, or form, and, ultimately, you make them feel powerless.
Today. I was walking towards my bus, and a couple of upperclassmen yelled out to my friend and I, “You wanna come over here, tits?” My friend was wearing a loose, long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and combat boots. I was wearing a sweatshirt that’s huge on me, jeans, and Vans.
What we were wearing does not explain their actions. Boys will be boys? Are you saying that boys cannot control what they say in a public setting? No, boys will be held responsible for what they say and do like any other human being on this planet that we live on called Earth. 🙂
Looking back, could I have done anything to stop it? Probably not. But I know what I should have done.
I have a voice, and next time, I will use it.