< Translator’s note: The original formatting of the stories has been preserved. The translations aim to remain as close as possible to each author's original wording and expression.

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When I used to live in a dorm, our common shower was located in the boys' block of the dorm. The boys always tried to open the doors (sometimes attempts were successful), because of what, for years, I would look at the doors with anxiety; it took years to unlearn that.

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One time, a hand appeared through the vent, holding a phone (on the other side, it was a closet), and started filming me 😖. When I saw that, I started splashing water and screaming. I ran out of the shower but didn’t see anyone—the boys locked their doors. I contacted our housemistress, but she replied, “You’ve got a beautiful figure, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I still don’t know if that recording still exists and who has it(((

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Anonymous author; story shared in 2022 as part of the campaign “16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence.”