When I was like 13 years old, some teacher at school (middle age guy, I didn't even have classes with him) approached me. He actually pulled me aside into one of the classrooms, as if he was about to discuss something important.

And what was it? My fucking bra strap moved up and you could see it over my shirt. He didn't even say it, he just pointed to it kinda peeking over my shirt. Like excuse me sir, I'm a fucking child, did you think I was attempting to tempt men with a piece of material holding up fat on my chest?