To the Man that Catcalled Me

Thank you for giving me flash backs to that night. That night I will never forget, when he didn’t read my body language, and my mouth could not say the word  No.

Thank you for making me regret  wearing that cute dress that shows off my body, when it was down to my ankles.

Thank you for making me wish I was still depressed, so that if I was, I wouldn’t have cared to put on makeup or wash my hair.

Thank you for giving me anxiety when coming out of the bathroom. Hoping you had left the bar  so I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with you.

Thank you to the man who catcalled me  when I was just going into the restaurant  to use the bathroom.

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