The Women's March

Today I wore a red sweater and white pants.

Today I still went to work, as many people had to, but I stood with women figuratively, while typing at my desk.

Today is International Women's Day. I am thankful for the women in my life that have shown me that a woman can be and will be so many different things. I am thankful for the women who raised me. I am thankful for those in film and books who made me believe I could do and be whatever I wanted. I am thankful for the women that fought to get to where we are now, and I hope to continue their fight.

Today I celebrate women who are different from me, who like different things, who are in different career fields, who are of different religions, who want different things out of life than me. I hope to forever keep learning and growing from women different than me. And if you identify as a woman, today was your day, and you should be celebrated. 


I went to the Women's March in January and felt a lot of feelings. I was grateful to be a part of a rally in Indiana, a state that so often overlooks women and their choices and rights. I was moved to tears at several different points. I felt powerful. I felt humbled by all the speakers, and motivated by many. A young woman came out and gave her speech in Spanish and not many among us understood. I was one of the few. I cheered and listened and those with me that couldn't understand her cheered when I did, but everyone still stood at attention and let this woman have the floor. Our country should be inclusive of those different than us and encourage it.

I am inspired by the women that showed up and by those that sent support, but did not or could not show up. 

I have a lot to learn about feminism still, but I am proud to call myself a feminist. I hope to work towards a more inclusive idea of feminism, as I see a lot of my peers doing. For now, here's a look at some of the photos I took that day.

I have so many photos of this day, so much to share. I hope one day we won't have to march for this.