The day I fear is coming.There is nothing I can do about it. The day when I cease to be a human. The day when I become an object. What day is this? The day I get cat-called. It is the inevitable. It is going to happen at some point in my life. One day as an independent woman choosing to walk down a street by myself in broad daylight. I will get a whistle, an objectifying comment. It will be then I will cease to be a human. Maybe the comment will be. "Hey Baby you got nice legs" like I am a car with a shiny new coat of paint. Or Maybe it will be "Hey girl wait up with sassy walk." The thing is I don't know how I will react. Will I turn and look what could be danger right in the eye and say, "I am not interested. Leave me alone. I am a person that has feelings." The thing is that could end terribly. He could unrelentingly follow me for blocks. He could yell profanities. Or maybe just leave. The scary part is that I don't know what. It seems that women don't have a right to their own bodies. If a woman decides to wear a short skirt, but doesn't want to go on a date with a random guy on the street. That is false advertising. But maybe I just wore a shorter skirt, because I like the way it looks on me. Why is it crazy to think that a woman is dressing for herself and not for men? A woman has a right to her own body. Society doesn't seem to get that. So let's get that. Women have a right to their bodies. I hope one day the day I fear is coming will no longer be for girls in the future. I am hopeful that men will respect women as human beings. Isn't that what feminism is all about? Just people respecting people as humans. So come on let's make a change.
