#tw.harassment

I'm writing this at 11:50pm on May 31, 2022.

I feel fucking gross.

I havent felt this way in so long but god I feel disgusting in my own god damn skin.

If it's not known already, I have boobs. Tits. Honkers. Whatever you wanna call them.

I went swimming today with friends and it was down to four of us. Two males, one non-binary person, and one cishet female. Which one do you think did the harassment? This cishet.

I was wearing a tanktop over my bikini top (which I paired with swim trunks) for modesty reasons when there were other men there. I didn't feel comfortable revealing myself like that, once they left I took my tanktop off (honestly it was getting uncomfortable to swim with it on)

My friends (the two males & nonbinary person) were hyping me because they know how insecure I get.

The cishet girl? She took things too far. She was asking me to pull my top off. Asking me to shake my boobs. She even lightly pulled on the back of my top at one point.

I felt gross.

I feel gross.

I cried in the shower afterwards because what the fuck.

I've been very on edge since that happened. I get it was "jokes" but that wasnt funny. I kept my entire body expect for my head and neck under because I felt so nasty and it left like all eyes were on me.

*Once I clean myself up I exit the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands. In my own little world, humming at a song playing until I glance up at the mirror. I reach up to fix my makeup until I see someone standing behind me.*

*I frown slightly and furrow my brows when I see its a guy— a very creepy looking guy. I somewhat recognize his face, me and Rindo passed him on our way to the car but I didn’t think too much of it. I’m more so annoyed that he’s in the women’s restroom. Does he do this often? What a weirdo..*

*I fully intend on ignoring him until he steps forward a little and I’m suddenly aware that I’m in the restroom alone with this pervert. His voice startles me.*

“You all alone?” *He asks suddenly, I look at him through the mirror and straighten myself out.*

“No.. I’m here with my boyfriend and his friends.” *I say coldly as I turn off the water.* “You’re aware this is the women’s restroom, right?*

“Yeah.. I know.. I enjoyed the show.” *The creep replies. My stomach drops and my skin breaks out in hives at the realization that we were being watched. I wanted to throw up all the alcohol I ingested before.* “When can I have a turn?”

“Please stop talking to me.” *I say quickly before heading towards the exit, the only thing on my mind is getting back to safety. The guy cuts my off just a quick, standing in my way and blocking every direction I go trying to get passed him.*

“Where you goin’, huh? You’re not havin’ fun with me?” *The man asks, he reaches to my face and grabs my neck, backing me into the largest stall.* “I want my turn.”

“Leave me alone! I have a boyfriend and he’s gonna kick your ass!” *I scream through my sobbing, I didn’t even realize I was crying until I spoke. I struggle against him, my brand new nails clawing into the skin of his face and hands.* “He’s gonna fucking murder you!”