By participating in the women’s march on Saturday, many have called into question my gratitude for living in such a blessed country. Let it be known that I love America. I am grateful to live in a country where I have the right to protest. And I am grateful to all the people who paved the way for me to have the opportunities that I now have. I march to honor them. And to continue their work.
I do still believe there is work to do. I blame no one, but I recognize that women are still not equal. Women are still raped and victimized (don’t forget the Brock Turner case – and don’t forget cases like that aren’t anomalies). Women are objectified, catcalled and sexualized. Women are judged by their bodies before anything else. Women are not equally or accurately represented in media, congress, or in positions of leadership. Women are abused by their partners. And this is just America. And I could go on for a while. There is work to do.
America is a nation with a proud history of protesting. From the Boston Tea Party to the Suffragettes to Martin Luther King Jr. and every protest in between, America has become great because of the diversity of voices that have demanded to be heard and were listened to through protests. Protestors are not complainers or whiners – they are people who believe in their cause and need to be heard. There is a reason our first amendment is first. Americans throughout all of history have utilized that amendment to bring about amazing changes. (Side note: this march was the largest march in the nation’s history and did not have a single arrest.)
I march because I believe America to be an amazing country and I am committed to help those who feel under attack with this president. Not just women but Muslims, immigrants, LGBT, and disabled people. Many hurtful things were said towards groups of people by our current president; many people are genuinely scared that their rights will be infringed upon and that they will be treated poorly under this presidency. I have entered into a covenant to “mourn with those who mourn” so I will not tell these people to not be sore losers, to get over it, or to stop crying “liberal tears.” Instead, I will listen and do all I can to address these concerns and to ensure that we all belong (and feel like we belong) in this country I love.
A favorite childhood hymn by Carol Lynn Pearson sings, “If you don’t walk as most people do, some people walk away from you, but I won’t! I
won’t! If you don’t talk as most people do, some people talk and laugh at you, but I won’t! I won’t! I’ll [march] with you. I’ll talk with [and listen to] you. That’s how I’ll show my love for you.”
won’t! If you don’t talk as most people do, some people talk and laugh at you, but I won’t! I won’t! I’ll [march] with you. I’ll talk with [and listen to] you. That’s how I’ll show my love for you.”
At the march we chanted: standing on the side of love, we will always rise above. I believe that. I believe that charity and compassion are the most powerful tools we have to change the world. Above all, that is why I march.
I march to show my love for my spiritual brothers and sisters, regardless of nationality, race, religion, color, sexual orientation or gender. All people are deserving of our love.
My great grandmother was one of the first LDS sister missionaries. She was a wonderful leader in her church and family. She broke down stereotypes for women of her era. I march for her.
My great aunt Linda was one of the first women to go to law school in Idaho. There was not a single women’s bathroom at the law school so she had to walk out of her way to use the bathroom every day. I am grateful that things are different now. And I marched in gratitude for the women and men who helped to make those changes. I march for her.
My grandmother taught at an early integrated school in 1960s Mississippi. She had received a degree and was qualified to teach and bring a fair education to people of all races and upbringings. I march for her.
I march for the women who came before me. I march for the women who have influenced my life. I march for the women I may raise one day. I march in solidarity with strong women throughout time who have improved the world around them. I march with the hope that our world will continue to be a kinder, more equal, better world for all who live in it. For this reason, and so many more, I march.
#WhyIMarch

By participating in the women’s march on Saturday, many have called into question my gratitude for living in such a blessed country. Let it be known that I love America. I am grateful to live in a country where I have the right to protest. And I am grateful to all the people who paved the way for me to have the opportunities that I now have. I march to honor them. And to continue their work.
I do still believe there is work to do. I blame no one, but I recognize that women are still not equal. Women are still raped and victimized (don’t forget the Brock Turner case – and don’t forget cases like that aren’t anomalies). Women are objectified, catcalled and sexualized. Women are judged by their bodies before anything else. Women are not equally or accurately represented in media, congress, or in positions of leadership. Women are abused by their partners. And this is just America. And I could go on for a while. There is work to do.
America is a nation with a proud history of protesting. From the Boston Tea Party to the Suffragettes to Martin Luther King Jr. and every protest in between, America has become great because of the diversity of voices that have demanded to be heard and were listened to through protests. Protestors are not complainers or whiners – they are people who believe in their cause and need to be heard. There is a reason our first amendment is first. Americans throughout all of history have utilized that amendment to bring about amazing changes. (Side note: this march was the largest march in the nation’s history and did not have a single arrest.)
I march because I believe America to be an amazing country and I am committed to help those who feel under attack with this president. Not just women but Muslims, immigrants, LGBT, and disabled people. Many hurtful things were said towards groups of people by our current president; many people are genuinely scared that their rights will be infringed upon and that they will be treated poorly under this presidency. I have entered into a covenant to “mourn with those who mourn” so I will not tell these people to not be sore losers, to get over it, or to stop crying “liberal tears.” Instead, I will listen and do all I can to address these concerns and to ensure that we all belong (and feel like we belong) in this country I love.
A favorite childhood hymn by Carol Lynn Pearson sings, “If you don’t walk as most people do, some people walk away from you, but I won’t! I
won’t! If you don’t talk as most people do, some people talk and laugh at you, but I won’t! I won’t! I’ll [march] with you. I’ll talk with [and listen to] you. That’s how I’ll show my love for you.”
won’t! If you don’t talk as most people do, some people talk and laugh at you, but I won’t! I won’t! I’ll [march] with you. I’ll talk with [and listen to] you. That’s how I’ll show my love for you.”
At the march we chanted: standing on the side of love, we will always rise above. I believe that. I believe that charity and compassion are the most powerful tools we have to change the world. Above all, that is why I march.
I march to show my love for my spiritual brothers and sisters, regardless of nationality, race, religion, color, sexual orientation or gender. All people are deserving of our love.
My great grandmother was one of the first LDS sister missionaries. She was a wonderful leader in her church and family. She broke down stereotypes for women of her era. I march for her.
My great aunt Linda was one of the first women to go to law school in Idaho. There was not a single women’s bathroom at the law school so she had to walk out of her way to use the bathroom every day. I am grateful that things are different now. And I marched in gratitude for the women and men who helped to make those changes. I march for her.
My grandmother taught at an early integrated school in 1960s Mississippi. She had received a degree and was qualified to teach and bring a fair education to people of all races and upbringings. I march for her.
I march for the women who came before me. I march for the women who have influenced my life. I march for the women I may raise one day. I march in solidarity with strong women throughout time who have improved the world around them. I march with the hope that our world will continue to be a kinder, more equal, better world for all who live in it. For this reason, and so many more, I march.






