
This post deals with sexual harassment and might be triggering for some readers.
I got my first job when I was 15. And just like so many other teenage girls, that job was in hospitality. I remember the job interview well.
I don’t know why but I decided to wear a white dress. Now that feels like a strangely subconscious decision, to accentuate how ‘good’ I was.
I went to this interview in my dress. It didn’t go for long and all I really remember is being told: "You’re pretty! That’s good!"
I wasn't surprised. It was know that only "pretty girls" worked at the place where I had applied. Pretty girls, and one token boy.
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I’m assuming this was to fill some quota to avoid a discrimination lawsuit.
This job planted a seed. As a deeply insecure girl, I decided there had to be some value in being "pretty".
To have value in something so meaningless was easy. But, slowly it became what I thought was the most important thing.
And, even worse, it was used to excuse behaviours that were abusive and problematic.