Saturday, 28 January 2017


Feminism; the advocacy of women's rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes. That's the definition of that terrible "F" word that thousands upon thousands of people are terrified of because it leads to the possibility that women might just be boss ass bitches. That we could all have the same opportunities, the same pay, the same everything. In the past three months there's been a lot to think about and in the past week there's been even more. It's been difficult to explain how I feel, I've come to write this blog post multiple times in the last week and I haven't known what to say but I've realised that there's never going to be enough words to express my upset and anger and determination. I can however try to explain how I feel and how other people are feeling so that's what I'm doing.

The morning after the election America fell silent, the world fell silent. It was as if we'd stepped into this parallel universe and no one quite knew where to stand or what to do or what to say. Everyone felt empty, as if a part of their lives had been ripped from their minds, hearts and souls. There was this deafening silence, even though everyone was talking about what had happened, there was just this deafening silence that didn't seem to go away. For the past three months I think we've all been in shock. It's been as if we've been waiting for someone to come and pinch us and we would've woken up with progress but it never happened. Our eyes were left wide, red and swollen at the realisation as to what was going to happen. We felt like throwing up, we felt disappointed, we felt lonely. We were fearful for our lives, and the lives of others.

Then the anger came. We were angry at ourselves, we were angry at the 53% of white women, we were angry at the Democratic party, we were so angry and there was no way of explaining just how angry we were. Our anger grew because of what had happened, it grew because of tweets, it grew because of TIME Magazine's Person of the Year. It almost seemed ridiculous that we were angry at a misogynistic, racist, sexist, bigoted, orange-faced liar in the sense that it seemed as if a person like that could actually exist and a person like that was actually going to run the most powerful country in the world. It just kept growing and growing and growing until it overflowed and we realised, not just women, but humanity realised we had to, we needed to fight back. We had to fight back for ourselves, our mothers before us and our future daughters.

Friday 20th January 2017 came around and humanity stood again but not silent. We stood stronger, sharing tears but realising that this wasn't the end, we were going to fight back against a misogynistic, racist, sexist, bigoted, orange-faced liar and no matter what happened we were going to fight back hard. Whether it was through social media or showing up and speaking up we were going to become a force to be reckoned with bigger and stronger than any other force that had decided to fight back against the patriarchy.  

Saturday 21st January 2017. Seven Continents. 60+ Countries. 5M+ People Total. Women's March spread throughout the world and we came out in our thousands. Women, men and children walked alongside one another in solidarity for the women who are terrified for what is going to happen to their rights but that didn't matter in that moment. What mattered is that people showed up to tell the US Government that we weren't going away quietly and we were and are going to fight with every single ounce of our beings. Endless signs showed that, they showed our anger and determination. Though people said our efforts failed I don't think they realised what we were marching for, we weren't marching for everything to change right there and then, we were marching to show that whatever Trump and his cabinet decided to throw at us that we weren't going to accept it willingly, there was always and is always going to be someone for them to fight against. It was to show that we weren't a forgotten group. It was to show WE MATTER.

So where do we go from here? Eight days after the Inauguration. Seven days after the Women's March. The rights on what we do with our bodies has already started to be taken away from us and that does make this all a lot more real now. This is reality; for the next four years this is how we're going to live. We're going to live in a constant battle but we're not going to be alone. Turn to your left or your right and no matter whether your sat next to a man or woman, old or young, black or white, gay or straight, their is a feminist less than a foot away from you and that's what we need to remember. We are not a minority, we are the majority. 

I am #FeministAsFuck and Proud.

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