By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student
What I wear does not define me. My shiny pink strawberry lip gloss does not give you the ok to kiss me. My wandering eyes does not mean I’m looking for you to come over to me. My low cut shirt does not mean it is ok for you to stare. My short skirts and shorts are not a reason for you to touch me. Me getting dressed up is not to impress you. It’s for me. It is not for you to stare or touch. I did not remember putting a sign on my back to whistle if you like the way I look. There is no sign giving you permission. The sign says stop. It says this is not for you. What I wear does not define me. It does not give you consent. It does not mean I’m asking for it. I did not say yes. What I wear does not define me.