In my high school memories there are a string of small, stinging moments where I realised the way my body looked could be considered “wrong”.
Inappropriate.
Enticing.
Even dangerous, to me of course.
Not that this was ever a thought pattern that would have crossed my mind or the minds of the girls I sat beside at school each day.
But up until these moments I had never considered that the older or professional men in my life would look at my body in a certain way. Until I was told there were ways to safely avoid it.
There were the moments where teachers at school warned us about the dangers of wearing fitted shorts to play school sport or the wrong messages that could be sent by wearing a bra that could be seen through our (admittedly white and quite thin) uniform shirts.
There were days of after-school sports where female coaches or managers would pass through a gaggle of teenage girls and whisper about tops that looked too tight or the fact that a flash of stomach could be seen when running or jumping to catch a ball. Nodding discreetly in the general direction of men standing nearby.
There was also the day when an older family acquaintance pulled me aside and discreetly informed me, with a gentle smile on her face, that sometimes when I leaned over to scoop up a small giggling child, or slumped on a beanbag chair to watch a TV show that her 30-something son-in-law couldn't help but sometimes see down my shirt.
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