We've all heard and read about how Halloween has notoriously been a holiday where women are viewed as objects and retailers market "sexy xyz" costumes to them. We present an alternative. We're asking women to #ReclaimHalloween, and celebrate their own version of sexy: women who live from the inside out.
It's like a trance has been broken, and they all of a sudden remembered that looking at that guy in the chair is "wrong." That by looking at me in that way, they have somehow deviated from the cultural norms that my disability defies. What if I told you I want you to stare at me? What if I told you that in these spaces, I long to be stared at?