Actually, I'm not totally sure what my resentment is - I'm not sure if I resent the fact that because I am a woman and have breasts and a vagina it has meant that it automatically makes me food, meat to be drooled over...OR...if I resent the fact that men are able to walk free of being objectified in the same way.
I've spent most of my life hiding behind clothes that covered my breasts, clothes that weren't too tight so as to not show my femaleness - to try and lessen the effect of being oggled at. It's kind of worked but not as much as I would have liked.
There have been times when I would have loved nothing more than to just throw on a singlet/t-shirt and shorts, no bra no knickers and just go about being in the world without worrying about being someones momentary sexual fantasy. Men can do that.
There have also been times when I've just wanted to wear somethng that made me feel like a woman....feminine, soft and sexy (to myself) and not end up feeling like I'm on display.
Over the years, I have been thrust against walls, thrown down on beds, cornered, had my breasts, arse and groin groped by men I don't know and sometimes men I do know. Why? For no other reason than I have breasts and a vagina - there for the taking.
I was brought up knowing that my body was much more than a sexual vessel....it's my body...a thing of beauty, something to be cared for and respected. I was brought up to believe my sexuality is sacred - something to be shared intimately with another person of my choosing.
But that's not the world we live in is it? We live in a world where females are sexually objectified from a very early age and it doesn't matter how careful parents are to instill a belief of self worth and self love in their daughters - the minute they walk out the door the rules change.
It really IS a man's world.
I've spent most of my life hiding behind clothes that covered my breasts, clothes that weren't too tight so as to not show my femaleness - to try and lessen the effect of being oggled at. It's kind of worked but not as much as I would have liked.
There have been times when I would have loved nothing more than to just throw on a singlet/t-shirt and shorts, no bra no knickers and just go about being in the world without worrying about being someones momentary sexual fantasy. Men can do that.
There have also been times when I've just wanted to wear somethng that made me feel like a woman....feminine, soft and sexy (to myself) and not end up feeling like I'm on display.
Over the years, I have been thrust against walls, thrown down on beds, cornered, had my breasts, arse and groin groped by men I don't know and sometimes men I do know. Why? For no other reason than I have breasts and a vagina - there for the taking.
I was brought up knowing that my body was much more than a sexual vessel....it's my body...a thing of beauty, something to be cared for and respected. I was brought up to believe my sexuality is sacred - something to be shared intimately with another person of my choosing.
But that's not the world we live in is it? We live in a world where females are sexually objectified from a very early age and it doesn't matter how careful parents are to instill a belief of self worth and self love in their daughters - the minute they walk out the door the rules change.
It really IS a man's world.