Brandie-Blog: #YesAllWomen, #YesAllGirls
I know this story, because this was my story. Except that it wasn’t one boy. It was about seven of them I used to go home every day with welts and blisters on the center of my back; a place that, on my body nowadays, is often locked and arthritic and in pain. I learned to walk with a hunched posture to hide my breasts which I didn’t unlearn until I was in my thirties. I wore baggy clothes too. One day I finally had enough and I took my lunch kit (I was nine and ten) and I let the boy who did it have it right in the genitals. Guess who got brought to the principal’s office? Guess who almost got suspended when she was terrified of that? It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. It needs to stop.