Sometimes I think wistfully about being same weight I was in my late teens/early twenties, and then that wistfulness is immediately tampered by the knowledge that, if/when I drop a certain number of kilos, I'll be conventionally attractive enough for gross dudes to notice again.
The last time I dropped enough weight to start getting catcalled by random guys in cars, I was in my 30s.
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My loss of sleaze mongers as an adult was in other contexts, face to face contexts. Cat call? They dgaf.
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