It was my first year of college, and I found out the freshman 15 was a real thing. While walking home from a night class, I was hit up for money from homeless guy. I barely had money to buy top ramen myself so I couldn't give him any change. I wasn't rude to him, but when I refused him he got pissed and proceeded to follow me for two blocks screaming things like I was so fat he'd have to roll me in flour to find the wet spot before he could fuck me and other horrible embarrassing things about my weight. I was so mortified and scared that he would hurt me, too, because he kept getting into my face. I did not want to push him away because I sensed he wanted an excuse to fight anyone, male or female, because he was so hyped up on something. So I ignored him as best I could, tears running down my face and biting my lip wishing I could just teleport home.

There were several male students walking behind me and they just snickered and did absolutely nothing to help me fend off the aggressive homeless guy. He eventually realized I was not taking his bait and gave up harassing me.

I have never in my life felt so alone and humiliated.