Dear Mr. Disrespectful,

I can tell you aren’t looking me in the eye when I talk to you, it’s pretty obvious. Oh, I should be flattered? Well, I’m not! I’m disgusted. Your words are saying one thing, but your body language is insulting. Do you realize you are talking to another person? Not an object. Not a tool.

I know you aren’t interested in me. The real me, I mean. The me that would go shooting with my dad over shopping any day. The me that loves science. The me aspiring to be an emergency room nurse.

I am not here for your entertainment. I am sick of you treating women as objects made only for your benefit. As if I wasn’t created for a bigger purpose.

Do you have a sister? Do you want a man looking at her the way you just looked at me? I’m someone’s sister, someone’s daughter, and if you’re scared of my father on earth, well, I have news for you. I was created by a God that is way scarier than any earthly father. And the way you think of me is not how he thinks of me. He says that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am loved. I don’t have to look to you for love because I can find my love in Jesus.

I would appreciate it if the next time you talk to a woman, you look her in the eye when you speak to her and don’t assume she likes the way you talk about her body to your friends and post disgusting things on social media about the body image of women. If you don’t post those things, but you read them and don’t find them inappropriate, then I’m not interested. I can assure you no woman deserves to be looked at the way you looked at me.

Most Sincerely,

Fed Up