ziplocbagharry reblogged
One of those nights, after a particularly bad experience with a guy, I left the club alone, something I absolutely never do. I think back about how lucky I am that he didn’t follow me.
Why do we think of it in those terms? That I’m “lucky” the guy that held me against the wall, and kept me there despite my protests, didn’t take it further? That I’m “lucky” the guy that followed me off the bus didn’t follow me all the way home? That I’m “lucky” I was okay all those times I came home late at night alone?
I shouldn’t be lucky. I should be safe. Girls should be safe.
Ciara, “Why All the Rage Matters to Me”
Girls should be safe.
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