This last Sunday started as a great day.

I took my boyfriend to dim sum for the first time in his life.

After filling ourselves off of shumai and hum bao, we went to Uwajimaya, an Asian specialty supermarket, where we got ourselves some sweet Asian treats to munch on our way back.

We took the light rail to get back home, but the dynamic changed the moment we stepped on to the link.

It was a full car, so my boyfriend and I stood up until there were some seats we could sit together. I faced him, my back facing the rest of the train. For about three stops, we stood and laughed, drinking the fun juices we had gotten from Uwajimaya.

When we reached downtown, I immediately jumped on the opportunity to sit down as a bunch of people got up and left. As I went to go sit down though, a man ushered me over to him for he seemed to have something to tell me.

"That guy was just taking pictures of your ass."

At first, I didn't know what to say.

Whether it was the fact that I had suddenly felt so violated or that I had no idea which guy the man was talking about. As I sat down beside him and let my boyfriend sit by the window next to me, I noticed the girl in front of the man and the guy in front of her both turned around and nodded, saying it was as obvious as daylight that some guy was taking pictures up my skirt.

Knowing something was wrong, I immediately told my boyfriend who became quiet with anger.

I thanked the man who had told me and he responded saying how he thought I should know just in case the guy turned into a stalker.

The Link cleared before we eventually got off at our stop, but when we did, I didn't feel quite right.

I didn't know who you were. Let alone what exactly you saw.

All I know is that even without talking to me, you have not only embarrassed me in front of a train of people, but you also violated me.

Just because I wear a skirt does not mean you have the right to take pictures of what's underneath. It's not an invitation.

What gives someone the right to take pictures of another person without their permission?

And while I'm grateful for the people on the Link who told me what happened, I only wish I had had the opportunity to confront you myself. I wish you would delete those images from your phone and this event from my memory, but sadly, both are still (probably) there.

I do want to thank you for one thing though: no matter how upset or angry you made me feel, it's apparent that I need to pay attention to my surroundings because you seem to think it's OK to violate my body.