After Attending My First Women’s March, I Learned Something Unexpected About Myself | 22 Words

After Attending My First Women’s March, I Learned Something Unexpected About Myself

By 22 Words Staff

Story by Margo Lang for 22 Words

The night before the Women’s March I reflected back on the last year, and found myself struck by our progress. I spent November 9, 2016 with the shades drawn, sweatpants on, and a box of tissues by my side. My business partner, Annie Lascoe, and I marked it a day of mourning. We cancelled our meetings, postponed our calls and just sat there on her blue velvet couch and cried.

As Americans, we were grieving the downfall of our steadfast she-ro. As owners of an organic tampon company, we were bracing ourselves for further push back on the ingredient labeling and accessibility issues plaguing the feminine care industry. As women, we were crushed as that ultimate glass ceiling not only remained intact, but felt like it was closing in on us as we watched our feminist fantasies float away.

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