Why I was at the Women’s March on Washington via Minnesota and what it was like being there.

With anything like this there’s going to back lash but I’m going to say if you don’t agree with women’s rights which are human rights, or equality, treating women with respect and to be open and understanding–don’t read this.  

Why I March


Growing up, I saw no shame in who I was or what I was doing. Others made me feel shame though. As I got older, I began not to care and ignore outside voices. I decided to embrace myself and all that was with no fear. Fuck the judgment or being called names, or worse, being seen only for my body. My favorite comeback to any degrading or sexist comment is, “Thanks I’m a college graduate.”

Recently, I felt like I couldn’t be who I was and I couldn’t do what I wanted to do. Even though it’s 2017, society still treats women unequally. Even worse, there are people in positions in power that say derogatory things, treat women without respect, and take away our rights to our own bodies. I want to feel comfortable with myself and in my own body without these comments, judgements, or ideas.

I am hitting that point in my life where what I’m looking for is a career. However, the career I want is not an easy one. Getting a job isn’t easy for a lot of people my age. I’m not talking about putting jobs back in America either; there are a lot of jobs and I am applying for them. The issue is that the career I want is under attack. I want a career in writing in media, write for magazines, or online. Sometimes it doesn’t have benefits. I don’t want to choose a career for the benefits, especially if it’s not what I want to do OR what I went to school for. But it seems like I will have to go into a job that I’m not interested in, or passionate about, or related to what I went to school for, just to succeed and survive.


The March itself…

We walkeimg_6835d down wet, icy sidewalks towards St. Paul college where the Women’s March was starting. We got to the meeting spot and my eyes widened. I was AMAZED at the number of people standing around. There were people all over with signs, standing on the hill, standing in the parking garage. A women’s voice echoed as she guided them through some stretches as we took a strenuous journey to the capital.

The March took awhile to get started. We stood in the same area for about an hour, but the voices were loud as we chanted, “This is what feminist looks like,” and my favorite Girl Scout song, “Everywhere we go…” Just watching the people, seeing kids and men, and all the diversity in one place, was empowering. The signs that people held were spot on, while others were funny and clever. My favorite was a little girl holding a hand drawn sign of Rosie The Riveter, up high. I saw my same attitude and determination in her. We are girls and we want our voices to be heard.

Police officers and volunteers guided us safely towards the capital lawn, where more people gathered and listened. They gave inspiring speeches about women, about diversity, about equality. They gave us hope and reminded us that what was happening was just the start. That it showed that we are coming together to make our voices heard. I was competently moved by this. I was anxious about everything happening in the world and in my life; I felt like giving up. I felt like caving into a job I didn’t want and clothes that weren’t me. After the Women’s March, I didn’t feel that anymore.

We walked along with so many women, children, and men who where there for the same reasons–to get our voices heard and start this movement. Because women of all sizes, backgrounds, color, etc., feel they and their rights are under attack. It affects so many others too, because women have children, husbands, and friends–many who are feeling the same things. And the Women’s March brought all of us together.


I’ve never really had such support of women. We are more likely to be against each other  but this march showed other wise.It was clear that this was a peaceful march. There were people from all different political background as well, who came here in support and rejection of what was happening in the place we call home and around the world. Knowing that other people were marching in cities across the globe together was empowering.

We are coming together despite our differences to show support and say we deserve respect, equality, and the right to our own bodies! If you love and support women, don’t demean them. Don’t shame them. Don’t say bad things.

There was a man who pointed out one girl’s sign: “Nasty women make history.” And he held up his sign while shouting, “I love nasty women.” And the world made sense again.

Women took the phrase ‘nasty women,’ that can be seen as a sexualized term, and made it their own! That’s empowerment! One of my favourite quotes is: “I refuse to live in this world of shame and silent apologies. Life cannot be dictated by the perception of others, and I wish the world had made it clear to me that people’s reactions to my sexuality were not my my prob, they were theirs.” – Emily Ratajkowski

img_6932The Women’s March was only the beginning–that was clear. We aren’t going to sit by and let the derogatory remarks and disrespect continue. We aren’t going to let lawmakers take away all our hard work, our rights, our bodies. I am forever grateful for participating in the Women’s March and for the support, because even though there was backlash, I hear more love and support than ever before.

This is something I strongly believe in, common thing I do write about, not only on here but also in my personal writing. A City Girl story is for the girls, the ladies, and the women, not ruling out any man or boy either. Because we love them. What we dislike is feeling like we have to be something, that we are lesser, that we can’t embrace who we are without getting negative feedback or be called names, for if we ware something there is a risk, that we don’t have a right to ourselves. So, I marched and will continue to march for that and for all the city girls who feel it too. This movement is giving me what I needed and I found what I am willing to fight for–WOMEN.

Thank you


If you don’t know what the Women’s March is about, visit their website  and read their mission statement. If you love women and believe we are equal, then support women!