When I think about women, the first person that I think about is my mother. As a young woman, in old video tapes. Complaining about making dinner. Me; laying on her stomach, watching TV comfortably on her bed.
Then my grandmother; painting oil on canvas. My sister; reading her favorite book. I think about my three cousins; playing cards and screaming at my brother “play faster!”
I think about the girls on my dorm room floor. Loud. Obnoxious. Colorful. So much of everything; all at once. I think about the woman that cleans the halls in my dormitory. The woman that makes my coffee at Starbucks. The woman that sits on the sidewalk brooding over a cigarette like a dragon with the eyes of a child. I think about the women who scream at me as I pass on the street about ‘saving the children’ and the ones that paint themselves with their own choice. Sometimes I think about the girls you never think about. You never want too. Becuase it’s too horrible.
If you ask any woman on the street what ‘womanhood’ actually means, you will never quite find the same answer — and yet you will at the same time. You’ll get the nervous laugh. Period jokes. Sex. Marriage. Kids; the decision to not have them. Every culture, religion, and race have something different that proclaims “this is what a woman is” for the whole wide world to see.
And yet, Womanhood isn’t definitive. It’s flexible but tougher than leather. It is so much and nothing at all. That’s the beauty of it all. Out of a sea of faces, somehow, we all look the same. We all want the same things. Happiness. Freedom. Sucess (whatever that means for you). It’s the way that we choose to get there, from our pasts to the present, and the events of our lives that make us different.
That’s really what it’s all about.
The Women’s March on Washington is about difference. It’s about accepting all women of size, shape, and color — but also recognizing that it is about being the same. There is so much to womanhood. The definition truly lies in being absolutely everything; all at once.
Out of Many, One.