Today Boricua and I celebrated my birthday by attending a sister march to the Women's March on Washington, in London.
It has been surreal living in a world where Brexit and electing the type of man who recently took office are realities. The morning we received the election results, I woke up at 4am to my own despair and disillusion. I got myself a cup of hot chocolate and cried, walking through Hyde Park. The chance I had to stand with hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters around the world, for the things that have been so unfathomably jeopardized in our recent history, is something I will forever cherish.
A friend told us she heard there were around 100,000 people attending! I have to check that stat, but it was absolutely packed from the moment we started in front of the U.S. Embassy until we arrived at Trafalgar Square. It was nearly impossible to meet up with our other friends who were there, so we marched in solidarity wherever we were.
We didn't agree with all of the signs that were displayed, but it felt so right to be there marching for kindness, love, and respect, and not just towards women (although certainly that, too!). Against rape culture. For the safeguarding of our planet and our beloved human family.
I was also there in spirit with my sister and my cousin, who marched in Salt Lake and D.C., and so many other friends!
A man holding his dog out the window.
Just a tiny portion of the crowd!
So British, haha. "QUITE ANNOYED."
