Maybe because I was a chubby kid, I don't assume I'm a looker and the shallow thrill of being noticed is, well, thrilling. Every July the 4th holiday reminds me of when America celebrated her 200th year of independence. I was an insecure 4th grader, waiting for the fireworks to paint the sky, hiding out with a band of kids at a family reunion when some loser called me fat. I was the girl in P.E. that wasn't picked to be a square dancing partner. (Yeah, we did square dancing for phys ed in my small, Southern town.) So I don't beat myself up for liking a compliment. When a construction worker whistles at me, I go around the block for another.
I bet some people are getting pissed at me right now because we women don't ask for these comments. Does that make me shallow or backwards or dare I say, anti-feminist? I realize some comments are gross and scary. People who harass (to persistently annoy, attack, or bother somebody) should be sprayed with mace, at minimum. However, the harmless prop keeps ya charged, lightens your step, and gives ya a kick to work that skirt. At my age, I'll take it where I can get it. Does that make me a woman with foxy, objectified goodies who owns it? To me, that's freedom. Would love to hear your thoughts...comment below.
Happy Independence Day!
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