Breasts and Walking
by Kylie Beirne
by Kylie Beirne
Oh, the beautiful housing plan in which I reside. So peaceful. It beckons me to accompany it regularly, So naturally, I abide. The past few years however.. I've noticed a distinct and obvious difference in my walks. Incidentally, these differences started to occur as I began to develop breasts. Big surprise. As it were, I used to get embarrassed by the honks and hoots Reaching out to me from the passing cars. It was quite awkward and made me uncomfortable, and I was so young.. and they wanted a positive response from said behavior? So naturally, I abide. I'd smile and wave at the horny, deceitful, sickening passerbys and actually feel better about myself. Big surprise. This unquestioning, naive, almost instinctive response was indeed of my own accord, and I blame myself. However, the only reason I felt it was acceptable to react that way, is because that is what I've been taught throughout my entire 17+ years of existence. We all know society wants us women to be sexy and completely welcoming towards sexual behavior. Not that I'm against feeling sexy or being welcome to sexual behavior, for that matter. But we should only do or feel so because we want to.. not to please some random assholes who check out 12 year olds. Allow me to share a small story.. Just this past summer, I was taking yet another walk it was such a beautiful day.. the kind that warms you all over One of those days that you cannot bear to be indoors. you know. As I was strolling innocently down the road, a car passed by. The driver and front passenger were both male. They both hooted at me, and gave me that utterly disgusting "look", you know. But that's not even the disgusting part of the story. The truly disturbing part of this story, is that after the car passed, I adjusted my shirt and bra to better show off my cleavage. What the hell?? Then I turned around, went home, and cried.
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