Why I’m Joining the March: I’ve always been appalled by injustice, even as a child. But my ability to be part of protests and marches was first limited by being a minor, then a student, and now a disabled adult. I just so desperately want true equality and acceptance; equal opportunities, equal treatment, equal value in everyone’s eyes. I don’t want our next generation’s women to ever feel bad simply for being the person they were born to be. My value as a human being can never be lessened by my gender, my disability, my race, my class, my religion, my sexual identity, or anything else. And I will never let anyone treat me as though they do.
I’m a 27-year-old woman with cystic fibrosis and diabetes. I love to sing opera even though my lungs are failing, I often read late at night when I should be sleeping, and I love all cats all the time (but especially my own single orange tabby). My husband and I often rant and rave to each other about the anti-woman messages we encounter in our daily lives, although we’ve discovered that those same rants mostly just confuse our less feminist family and friends.
Disability March 