They tell you “boys are scum”, they tell you “boys only want one thing.”, they tell you to never walk in the dark alone, never to wear a skirt without spandex if you don’t want a boy looking up it. They tell you learn self defense, guard your drink, don’t stay out too late.
They don’t tell you that the day you hit puberty is the day people will start paying attention to you. They don’t tell you that in ninth grade you will be asked to cover your shoulders because they’re making a male teacher “uncomfortable.” As if trying to stay cool on a scorching afternoon in May is a sin, but being a middle aged man gawking at a teenage girl is not.
They tell you to say no when a boy tries to unbutton your skinny jeans, but they don’t tell you that will anger him. They don’t tell you that the glare of a man will make you so afraid that you will undo your pants yourself so it feels less like assault.
They don’t tell you that that makes you a “slut” but it makes him a “stud”.
Girls are not made for men. Our bodies aren’t for your pleasure. As if we asked for these curves, these lips. Girls are made to do whatever they want to do. Without guilt or fear. Girls should learn to howl like wolves, and to stay in a pack. Not just for safety, but to change the ways of society.
Because rape is never the victims fault, because we have every right to slap a man in a grungy bar who puts his hand up our skirts. Because my dog understands the word no, toddlers understand the word no, women understand the word no. Because we should never feel guilting for expressing our rights to say yes or no.
I long for a day where the length of our dress doesn’t determine if we “asked for it”. I long for the day no one asks if “well were you drunk?”.
We. Are. Not. Toys.