Men Who Are Ready to Devour the Young
My changing body made me the object of stares and comments from men far older than my father.
A wanton explosion of breasts and hips greeted me when I turned eleven. Everything that had been flat rounded itself with ruthless purpose until my new body, abundant with turgid flesh, became alien to me. I agonized over this changing body, which made me the object of prurient stares and moist comments from men far older than my father.
I should have stayed home.
Keep yourself safe by wearing clothes that are loose so that you won’t be a target. Don’t walk home by yourself late at night. Don’t go out late at night. Don’t talk to strange men at night or during the day. Be accommodating to men, but not too accommodating.
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