I thought Miami would be beaches, music, and freedom. Instead, I learned how normalized harassment is there. On South Beach, a group of guys whistled when I passed, then followed me all the way to Ocean Drive. When I confronted one of them, he laughed and said, “Why you here alone then?” Later, a bartender told me the same thing — that women who travel alone in Miami should “expect attention.” Why is the conversation always about how we should “adjust our expectations” instead of men adjusting their behavior? Miami sells itself as a paradise for women, but the moment you set boundaries, you’re suddenly “too uptight for this city.” Maybe the real Miami is less about palm trees and more about how quickly people blame women for existing in public spaces. #Travel #Miami #WomenTravel