I marched for all those who are marginalized, bullied or mistreated just for being who they are.
For HUMAN rights, equality, inclusivity, kindness, justice, love.
With deep gratitude for all the women who came before me, especially my mother who shattered glass ceilings in corporate America, then came home every evening and cooked us dinner, exhausted, still wearing her power suits. Now she works for peace and justice as a secular Franciscan. And for my grandmother, who at 79 years old, was just elected to her county school board and is passionate about helping children.
For myself, because I should never be made to feel afraid or uncomfortable or unworthy because I’m a woman. Because I deserve equal pay for equal work. And control of my own body.
I marched to celebrate being a woman. Because it is a gift, not an impediment.
Above all, I marched for my daughters, so that they know they are magnificent individuals who can do and be anything they want.
I marched for their futures.
I wasn’t alone. 17,000 here in Raleigh. Half a million in our nation’s capital.
Thousands and thousands more all over the country and the world.
And I’m going to keep marching. Every day. As best I can.