Come, listen to me talk about why it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, why it’s hot out and I shouldn’t have to cover up, why it’s not on me, it’s on them. I talk a good game, I know the language and the reasoning. I’m tough, I’m badass, I’m right. And I blame myself. The dress could have shown less cleavage. “C’mere MILF tits!” calls a man out a car window. “I wanna fuck you sideways!” I look down and away. I have a fearful history. I flinch at loud garbage truck brakes. I’ve literally been startled by my own kid’s shadow. Silly mom. So silly.
