I guess I was groped about three times between 16 and 18. I was catcalled countless times, and it made me hate my body, even though I knew the fault was with those who did it.
The men who harassed me seemed to think I was asking for it because I was large-breasted. Yep, I grew them on purpose just to get their attention. /sarc
While I was often miserable, there was no way those bastards were going to ruin my life. They didn’t.
You hated your body because you got catcalls?
I used to cross the street to avoid catcalls in NYC from the hardhats. Never, ever made me hate either myself or my body. Made me hate those guys, though, because I had to walk longer distances to go to my workplace.
Now I’m of an age where the catcalls have died off - and I’m not fond of that, either.
Life is tough and then you die.
I am sorry for you. You shouldn’t have had to endure this harassment. If I were your dad and knew abut it, they would have regretted it.