Trigger warning: Content may be triggering for survivors of sexual harassment or abuse.
I was only 11, wearing a snug black swimsuit, my hair still damp from our day at the lake with family. The summer heat scorched our feet as we dashed towards a pizza place, eager for a slice and some candy. Amidst the excitement, I noticed my uncles engaged in a heated argument with a stranger outside. I was too focused on my treat to grasp the situation unfolding.
Later, I learned that my uncles had witnessed a man making inappropriate gestures while I was bent over the candy machine. The whispers from my cousins filled me with embarrassment and shame.
I was that early-developing girl, standing out in a crowd of flat-chested peers. While my friends had slim legs, I had curves that confused and overwhelmed me. The teasing from both boys and girls was relentless. My family didn’t hold back either; my uncles would comment on my weight, while my mother seemed to stifle my budding femininity with fear. The day I got my period, my grandmother winked, calling me a señorita, but I still felt like a little girl who preferred playing with dolls. On top of that, I attracted unwanted attention from much older men, leaving me feeling uncomfortable and ashamed.
Then came the day with my daughter, Mia. Almost 12, she was her usual sassy self when we shared a chocolate bar in the car, enjoying the air conditioning before hitting the road again. I asked her to toss the candy wrapper in the trash. When she returned, her face conveyed unease.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“That man over there whistled at me and stared as I walked across the parking lot! Mama, it made me feel so uncomfortable!” she explained.
My heart raced as I spotted a man in his forties, smirking in a work truck just a few spaces away. “Are you sure?” I asked, trying to maintain composure. But she confirmed it was just her and the man’s gaze.
Without thinking, I shifted into reverse and parked right in front of his truck. The man’s smirk faded as Mia shrank down in her seat, clearly alarmed. I rolled down the window, confronting him directly. “Did you whistle at the little girl in overalls? She’s only 11!”
He feigned innocence, and I can’t recall the exact words I used to express my anger, but I know it was fierce. How dare he make her feel unsafe? Then he uttered the words that nearly pushed me over the edge: “Excuse me, ma’am, but your daughter is lying to you.”
Driving home, my hands shook on the wheel. It took me a long while to calm down. We tried to shake it off over fish tacos, but the moment lingered.
“Thank you for standing up for me, Mama,” Mia said, snuggling close. In that moment, I felt I had protected not only her but also the little girl I once was.
The next day, I spoke with a male friend about the incident. His response frustrated me. He downplayed the man’s behavior, suggesting maybe he was whistling at someone else or that I was too confrontational. I felt a wave of emotions: anger, frustration, and disappointment. I thought he would understand, but instead, he shifted the blame onto me, questioning my decisions.
This experience opened old wounds. I realized just how often women are made to feel responsible for the actions of others. Despite the turmoil, I held onto one truth: I listened to my daughter without judgment or blame. That’s what matters.
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To summarize, it’s crucial for moms to stand beside their daughters and listen to their experiences without judgment. Addressing inappropriate behavior should be a priority, ensuring our children know they are valued and protected.
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