What is it with people?

What is it with people?

A girl with a chest and suddenly she's a target?

I'm not a girl with an extremely large bust, it doesn't protrude so far that I can't see my feet. But it does exist, and is sometimes obvious. That does not, however, give people the right to treat me like a piece of meat. I shuddered, recollecting a few hours ago, cowering away from the group of vultures, honing in on me, as if I had a GPS they were tracking.

Bringing my knees up under my chin, and rocking ever so slightly, I suddenly screamed 'Get over it!' Life had to move on, even if I would always be looking over my shoulder.