8 years later you're engaged, and going to a concert with your sibling
but you run into someone not quite familiar and learn that the man who sexually assaulted you still knows your name

You're taking a photo at a club full of people supposed to be safe, but a man says you look beautiful, follows you as you move, and comes from nowhere again to say he loves the way you dance.

You're enjoying dinner that you cooked with your partner, and you get a long message from your ex that you've been barred from a community space. He says you never appreciated him enough.

You feel your own hips, own chest, own hair, and think, this is womanly.
You can trust someone is watching every time you feel safe.