As a young girl, I would skip and walk comfortably through public places, smiling at everyone I passed and allowing myself to get distracted by what was happening around me.
As a woman in my mid-twenties, I walk purposefully and stare straight at ahead, headphones on so that I have no reason to react to strange men who believe I need to know what they want to do to me.
As a teenager, I was comfortable asking the nearest, non-busy person for directions.
As a woman traveling on her own, I seek out slightly older, motherly-looking women if I am lost.
One of the only things I have not learned to fear as a grown woman is using a public restroom.
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