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Feeling Uncomfortable at Subway Stations is Not OK

I think we can all agree that everyone deserves to feel safe and good in their bodies and where they are at any moment in time. I had a moment today where I did not feel that way. I was told to look around a bus depot with my sister at our local subway station to look for a surprise person for my sister's birthday. It was dark. I was wearing a thin dress. I was chilly. I didn't have my phone or shoes with me. I was not comfortable. And I just think that is so incredibly sad and horrible that I felt so unsafe. Guest Comic by Brittney Sabo

Eventually we found the person we were looking for, our cousin, but multiple times during the search I stated I felt uncomfortable, or we should turn back towards our car and get more instruction. I felt unsafe because I was aware that I was a huge predator to people in that area. Someone could snatch me up very easily and drive away, plus I didn't have resources I needed. 
The point of this post is to share that story with you, my dear readers, but also share that it is so so important to create an atmosphere of safety and kindness for those around us. We can stop the fear that women, people of color, queers, or any other people who are discriminated against may get raped, kidnapped, shot, stabbed, bombed, ect. It starts with a simple hello and evolves into joining together for a common goal to unite in our differences to make this world a better place. 
That is pretty much why I am writing this blog. This is my hello, and a bit more. 
Yesterday my school had a bomb threat as well. Nothing happened, thank goodness, but another example of where many people felt unsafe. At that time I did have my backpack, phone, food, ect. with me so I felt more comfortable. Yet the fact of the matter is, violence was threatened and many were frightened. 
So:
So say hello to someone today, give a complement, spread the feminism. SPREAD THE FEMINISM like really yummy cream cheese. 

Peace out homies 

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P.S. None of these images are mine

1st:https://mymasalalife.wordpress.com/2014/06/05/that-naughty-eight-letter-word-feminist/
2nd:http://www.sauceome.com/?p=1174

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