We’re travelling through each decade to reveal what went on underneath it all. And make sure you stay through to the end for a sweet surprise!
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Yes, I wear a bra. Yes, it shows. So?
Why? Why do you do that? Stare at my breasts like they are cute babies calling out to be cuddled. Strip me naked, slowly, every time I enter the bus? Try to glimpse into my cleavage when I am sitting and reading in the Metro.
Who gives you the right? To grope me in the crowded bus? To fall on me "innocently" when I buy popcorn in the theatre. When I sit cross legged in the auto and you stop your bike and look hungrily at my legs.
A piece of meat, am I?
How do you think I feel? When I have to continuously watch over my shoulder, because it is 10pm and there is nobody at the bus stop, except you. Staring at my neck.
When I panic, because my phone is dead, and I am in a cab wearing a backless dress? Read more here.