I meticulously style my hair and carefully apply an acceptable amount of makeup to my face. I put on my most appropriate blouse and button it up all the way and match it with my formal trousers and sleek black heels and blazer. I make an effort with my appearance so that when I go to work and am glared at by his animalistic eyes I am not to blame. I don’t go out alone after dark so I am not a victim. I position my keys between my knuckles whilst I walk down the street to protect my innocence. I am blamed for my misfortune. He is called natural whilst I am a whore.