Ogling. Look you up and down, outright, lascivious, ogling. I hate it. It gives me the heebie jeebies, it's intrusive, invasive, and just yuck.
Extra pounds = a whole lot less of it. On the rare occasions it happens, I'm reminded of how often it used to happen, when I was younger and thinner. And when it happens I'm reminded that it's kind of nice to be invisible to the male gaze, most of the time. I know extra weight is unhealthy, but I think I'll wait until I'm old enough to be invisible, thin or not, to work at losing weight. Because the only "reward" to being thin again will be having more people leering at me. Some reward.
Trumpism and race. The new identity politics.
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