I’m a solidly middle~aged woman. I was a young woman once.

I am in AWE of what you all have done to bring to national attention the issues of sexual autonomy, stealth rape & harassment by men you trusted & strangers, racial injustice in its many forms, gun shame, your own power & anger. The utter focus you display to bring much needed change. Overdue conversations & testimony. I’m in awe of your strength & here to back you up.

I tried so hard when I was young to use my big mouth to tell people what was happening all around us. I was shut down & ridiculed as over~reacting. I tried to speak up; I really did. Nothing worked. Nothing at all worked. My generation did not have “conversations.” We were spoken at & over. I continue to use my voice now, but you young women? GO! Go get ‘em! Speak for all of us.

Then there are the girls....young women girls. Taking on Congress & DEMANDING action after watching their friends die. I know I’m not alone in crying with grief, over & over for the past couple of days. Hell, for the last year.

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I’m so heartbroken, yet proud at the same time. All of you young women have stepped up to be heard over the din of bullshit & your voices mean something.

Please, keep doing what you’re doing. Please keep shouting from the tree~tops. It matters to more of us than you know.