If you think we are weak or frail or insignificant, there are billions over the centuries that have come before us, speaking the truth. Women, subtle and strong, reminders of perseverance and grace which alter the course of history like a river defines the shape of the land it touches.
In my tiny little life, I’ve known such women. One of them gave birth to me, a few more raised me, and a few thousand more have made me the woman I am today.
We give and sustain life. We can start fights and we can end wars. We can endure devastation and create splendor from it. My God, are we undefinable and unconquerable. And my God, are we beautiful.
When I was a kid, I always wished I was a boy because boys got to do more and were stronger. Now that I’m grown, so grateful to be a woman, to be part of this reckoning force around the world who feels and sees and cares and defends and weeps and laughs and everything in between. I’m grateful for sisterhood, for kinship, for connection.
And today (and every day) that is worth celebrating and uplifting, ensuring and empowering for all those who are next. Keep making history, ladies.