I am very confident in my appearance, but I hate hate hate cat-calling. It’s not so much the objectification, though that’s not great. It’s the fact that men are imposing themselves on my person, and I feel threatened by them. I think cat-calling is the epitome of hetero male privilege – “Because I think you are hot, and my opinion matters, you will be grateful for my attention.” I, however, do not walk down the street for the consumption of others; I walk down the street because I’m trying to get somewhere. I don’t want to be made uncomfortable on my way there.

http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/sexist/2010/03/18/cat-calling-bystander-sexism-and-how-sexual-harassment-hurts-men/

I’m five months pregnant, and I’ve never had this much fun buying clothes before in my life. I always hated my belly, but now it’s supposed to be big. I can even emphasize it’s big-and-roundness, and only feel prettier for it. I suddenly find that I don’t hate trying on clothes, in fact I find it fun. I hope I still have the courage to wear my new horizontally-striped dress when I’m no longer pregnant. But this new experience… suddenly liking shopping for clothes, which I’ve always hated sort of made me realize how my body hang-ups have been robbing me of pleasurable experiences.