How does one go from feeling empowered and ecstatic and high, to feeling like there's absolutely nothing in life worth living for?
Yesterday. We went out as women. We went out to reclaim our streets. We stood where the men stood. We displaced the gawkers; we returned stare for stare.
We made flashers run. We made a grown man cry. We reminded people of shame.
We removed our blinkers. We saw power in numbers we hadn't know before. We discovered things about our own selves we'd never suspected. We found out about limitations. And about our strengths.
We felt like goddesses. And like women.
Why, then, do I feel like there is something precious I've lost?
Yesterday. We went out as women. We went out to reclaim our streets. We stood where the men stood. We displaced the gawkers; we returned stare for stare.
We made flashers run. We made a grown man cry. We reminded people of shame.
We removed our blinkers. We saw power in numbers we hadn't know before. We discovered things about our own selves we'd never suspected. We found out about limitations. And about our strengths.
We felt like goddesses. And like women.
Why, then, do I feel like there is something precious I've lost?
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