The old me would have just scuttled away and allowed him to speak to me like that, after all lots of other men in my life have shouted abuse about my weight at me. This one was no different, he was no different, but this time I was. I screamed back ‘You do not own me, you do not know me, so don’t fucking touch me’ I was shaking so hard, the rage was running through me like hot blood, I was shocked, shocked that a Man honestly thought he had the right to touch me, but also more shocked that no one in that square intervened. Everyone watched the scene unfold, yet not one person asked if I was okay, would they have been the same if he had really lost his temper and physically harmed me? I don’t even know. One thing I recall most about this horrific experience was Dan’s response to me challenging the man. ‘Don’t ever do that again, what if he had hit you’ he said.