I've met guys who've body shamed me. I've met guys who've questioned my virginity. I've met guys who've 'guy talked' in front of me. I've met guys who've tired to get all too comfy at the cost of my comfort (travelling scenarios).! I've met guys who've been judgemental and disrespectful. I've met guys I feel unsafe around. There were those awkward and creepy stares I received, those infuriating moments when they cat called me, embarrassing times when they shouted my name in out front in public!

But I've also met guys who've loved me like a daughter or a sister. I've met guys who've spoken against sexism and guy talks. I've met guys who support feminism. I've met guys who encourage me to become independent and strong. I've met guys feel safe with. I've met guys I don't have to be conscious or sceptical around. These guys has always made me smile, feel protected and loved me for who I am! I have met men who are now protective brothers. I’ve also met men who are now my best friends and around whom I can so unapologetically become myself. I met a man of my dreams who loves me and cherishes me.  

Just like there is good there is bad too. I intend to focus on the greener side of the grass. I want to be grateful to all these men who've loved me and helped me grow into this independent and strong woman I am today. Our society inclines to accepts the general perception of things. They forget that the ‘general’ is only made up of single individuals and their individuality.

It is ridiculous how the negative catches so much attention! It is true we should not ignore them and do nothing about it. But we also cannot place our entire dwelling around it! One can only diminish the darkness by letting in the light. We hear rape cases happening in and around our society that doesn’t give us the right to claim all men rapist! Not all men are kidnappers, druggist, gangster, a creep, sexual predator or a disrespectful flirt.  

Honestly, as a young girl, I’d be sacred to be travelling alone, walking the streets alone at night or clubbing all by myself. This doesn’t mean I’m sacred of all men, my fear is ridden by those small proportion of ugly man (human) and sex predators who have zero respect for another human being and is insanely inhuman.  

If I ever have a daughter someday, I wish to let her out at night and not be worried a bit about her safety. They say the universe was created from a thought, so I believe if I think about it often and strongly it can be a possibility.  We, each one of us, can make this happen. I specifically don’t know how but I do know that it’s possible!