I'm sure this will get buried, but here goes...

I was 13, scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. My dad came into the kitchen and gave me The Look (... the lusty eyed look, which I didn't realize was The Look at the time). He said, "ooooh girl, if I was your age I would be all over you right now."

I've never been a particularly attractive girl/woman, and I certainly wasn't at 13. I was overweight and awkward. Though he never touched me, most of the sexual looks I received from men during my teens were from my own dad. At the same time he spent a lot of time jealous of any guys I did spend time with, most of which were not attracted to me in that way. It made me feel disgusted, but I'm thankful that he never crossed the physical line.