We're walking, my two friends and I.

We talk and laugh together as we walk underneath the blazing sun.

A car approaches us from behind, slowing down as it gets closer.

Music blasts from the rolled down windows.

The car is full of teenage boys, who whistle and shout at us with sly grins as they drive past.

Suddenly the car speeds up, zipping away before we can say anything.

For a moment, we stand frozen, taking in what just happened.

My friends make comments about how rude they are, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as we start walking again.

I want to brush it off and pretend it didn't happen like they do, but my thoughts won't let it go.

They don't talk about it, but I can tell from they way they speak they are still thinking of it too.

I start to feel self-conscious about my body and question how I look.

Are the clothes I'm wearing too revealing?

Should my friends and I wear long pants though it's ninety-five degrees outside?

I feel guilty, though I know I haven't done anything wrong.

I wish I could have done something in that moment,

Something that would let those boys know how wrong it is.

Do they think it's funny?

Do they know how much it can make a girl question herself?

They know it's not a real compliment, right?

I try comforting myself with the thought that they're just stupid boys who don't know what they're doing, but it doesn't work.

I feel small and helpless, knowing I can't do anything to make them come back so I could tell them how discriminating catcalling is.

Catcalling is a form of sexual harrassment, and it is definitely not funny or a good way to compliment someone on how they look.

Dear boys, think twice next time. Sincerely, every girl.