The analogy of birth is fitting for this event. A long time coming, it’s something many of us could feel – growing, kicking us from inside, with ever-increasing pressure against our guts. What was formerly just a bulge under a bulky sweater, is now thrust into the light, in all it’s screaming bloody glory. The Women’s March on January 21st was the day our social movement was born.
Making the trek to D.C. to be a part of it was one of the best decisions of my life.