The Worst Part of the Trump Tapes
Alaura Weaver

I’m 13: My mom invites her boyfriend/friend over to hang out a moment while she finishes getting ready to go out with him. I’m on the couch and he begins looking me up and down. He scoots closer to me and tell me how beautiful I am. My skin crawls as I see him looking at my body, and I awkwardly smile and nod to diffuse the tension. I tell my mom what happens and she says, “Oh, I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that. You must have been imagining it. You’re a beautiful girl; you should accept that men are going to compliment you.”

I also have many stories like yours, and I’m horrified that we as women must smile and nod. Thank you for writing your story.

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