Ugh, don't even get me started on how I ended up like this. It's just so infuriating, you know? One minute I'm walking home from the pub after a few too many pints with the girls, and the next thing I know, some bloody pervert is snapping pictures of me without my consent.

I mean, what kind of sicko does that?! And to make matters worse, he's got the nerve to share them online for everyone to see. Me, Didi_slut, being a slut and lying on my back with my feet in the air and legs open. Showing off my prominent labia like some sort of freak show.

I'm 30 years old, but I've been treated like this since I was a teenager. The constant objectification, the catcalling, the leering... it's all just so bloody exhausting. And for what? So these creeps can get off on the sight of me?

And don't even get me started on my body. Small breasts? Perfect body? Are you bloody kidding me?! It's like they're trying to make me feel like I'm nothing more than a piece of meat.

I've got red hair, but that just seems to make it worse somehow. Like I'm some sort of firecracker waiting to be ignited by the next pervert who comes along.

And my face? Completely freckled with those piercing blue eyes staring back at you like a challenge? It's all just part of the package, isn't it?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with a bottle of wine and a comfortable couch. Because that's what I deserve after being treated like this.

What about you, mate? What's your story? How'd you end up stuck in this bloody hellhole we call the internet?