Why 11 Young Women Marched On Washington


One small step for woman, one giant leap for history

I am woman, hear me roar. This may have been one of the most popular sign slogans for attendees at the Women's March on Washington this Saturday, but it was also quite literal. An estimated 500,000 pink-clad protesters descended on the nation's capital to have their voices heard in the rally for gender equality, and their chants were echoed in sister marches that stretched from Chicago and Los Angeles to France, London, Germany and beyond. 

Decked out in pink knit caps, clutching glitter-covered picket signs, and forming human chains to connect friends to sisters, mothers and grandmothers, the tight-knit crowd formed a swarm of pink that upstaged attendance at President (gulp) Donald Trump's own inauguration a mere 24 hours earlier. For a movement that began as a Facebook post in the aftermath of Election Day, the march has since spread, might we say, "bigly." But as those who attended would be quick to point out, the march wasn't just about Trump. 

"Most of the congressmen who are helping Trump facilitate all the things that he wants to do have always been there," explained Chloe Sariego, a 21-year-old student at Sarah Lawrence College who rode a bus from New York to D.C. for the march. "So regardless of Trump and his bullshit, I feel that I’m marching for the things that I’ve always been trying to fight for and have always believed in. We are starting off what’s going to be a really long and difficult fight in the right direction."

For many, the march was about changing the very face of feminism—a face that all too often represents the plight of straight, white women only. Cecily Lo, a 21-year-old Tufts University student who traveled from Boston to attend the march, said she saw the march as a chance to diversify what she calls "mainstream" feminism. 

"Intersectionality is really important to me in terms of not just representing white, privileged, cis, straight women," Lo continued. "I am making sure that the feminism that we’re promoting covers everybody."

Judging by the diversity of attendees, each with their own expertly crafted sign and symbolic outfit, nearly every person who took to D.C. for the march on Saturday had a different fuel to their fire. Click through the slideshow below to get personal with 11 women who marched on Washington, and read about why they believe the future is female.

Photos by Tatiana Cirisano.

Cecily Lo is a 21-year-old computer science student at Tufts University in Boston.

Why are you marching?
Obviously for women’s rights, but more importantly for women who are sometimes not represented by the mainstream feminist movement. Especially trans women, queer women, and other minority women. Intersectionality is really important to me in terms of not just representing white, privileged, cis, straight women, who already have a voice in the mainstream media in terms of what feminism is. Especially with this presidency, I think those people—the underrepresented—stand to be the most endangered by Trump. That’s why I’m here today, because I can, and I feel like I need to be.

What message do you think the march sends?
That we’re still here fighting, and that there’s a majority of people who didn’t vote for Trump and are trying to not turn our clocks back 300 years. At the same time, for me, personally, I am making sure that the feminism that we’re promoting covers everybody.

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It would've been nice if someone said the word "fat"

Back in November, Rebel Wilson claimed to be the first plus-sized lead in a romantic comedy when she appeared on Ellen to talk about her role in Isn't It Romantic. Wilson was not only wrong, but she was—even if inadvertently—erasing the work of Black plus-size actresses like Queen Latifah and Mo'Nique, both of whom have expansive resumes that include romantic comedies.

Wilson's comment isn't the first example of white women taking up a little too much space in the fat acceptance ethos. It's actually quite common. But there is a reason why women like Wilson—women who are blonde, pretty, successful, and white—get put front and center in calls for body positivity. In the same way that feminism—the movement from which body positivity was born—has often failed to address how gender intersects with other identities like race and class; so, too, has body positivity been championed as a cause for otherwise privileged women. And that's why it's no surprise that Isn't It Romantic, which aspires to be both a spot-on mockery of rom-coms and a celebration of body positivity, is actually a perfect example of how very white both the movie genre and the body positivity movement tend to be.

In the film, Wilson plays Natalie, an architect based in New York, who is single and plus-sized—the archetypal rom-com underdog. Very early on in the movie, she endures the double humiliation of both being hit by a runaway food cart and then accosted by its owner for not stopping it with her "cement truck"-like body. At work, Natalie is similarly disrespected: The office manager hands off troubleshooting tasks to Natalie; another colleague always tasks Natalie to throw out his trash; her assistant Whitney (Betty Gilpin) won't stop watching movies (rom-coms, naturally) while in the office; and Natalie is so afraid to present her ideas for more innovative parking garage designs that she isn't even widely known in the firm as an architect, and is treated like an intern.

But is Natalie just a doormat? Or is it that she isn't asking for what she wants? And isn't very nice about not getting it? If Natalie's life is any example, the bar on suffering is set pretty low for white women. In her personal life, Natalie lives alone with her dog, and seems to be pretty well-off, financially; her best friend is actually her slacker assistant, Whitney, and she's close with another coworker, Josh (Adam Devine), who gives Natalie constant emotional support. She's decidedly anti-romantic, having been told by her mother from a young age that there's no such thing as real-life fairy tales; she's level-headed and practical. But also, she's filled with self-loathing. This leads her to be crass, sarcastic, and disconnected from people. And it was this last part that was hard for me. As a fat Black woman who grew up broke, does not have an assistant, and would get fired if I didn't do my job well, it was hard, if not impossible, to root for her.

For Natalie, though, everything changes when she bangs her head while fighting off a mugger. Her mundane life is tinted through rosy rom-com glasses. Suddenly, all the things that sucked about her life are gone, and everything is beautiful and perfect. But was her life so bad before? It didn't really seem to be.

And yet, looking around the theater at the mostly white, female audience, I accepted that my feelings didn't seem to be shared. But that almost seems to be by design; this feels like a movie for a white, female audience. There is only one person of color in the movie who even has a name: It's Isabelle (Priyanka Chopra), who shows up about halfway through the film—after everything has been rom-com filtered—as a yoga ambassador and swimsuit model. But a name is all Isabella has. A supporting character at best, she doesn't have any connection to anyone other than her white boyfriend, and is sketchily drawn. We learn nothing of her familial or ethnic background, and, even when she is shown at her wedding, there is nobody from her family celebrating with her. This huge oversight is particularly bizarre, given that Natalie has already bemoaned the lack of diversity in romantic films.

Another huge oversight? The presence of the word "fat." I don't think I heard it used a single time. Natalie only references her weight indirectly, by commenting on the appearance of straight-sized women; when talking about her own body, the word "fat" is replaced with "girl like me." But by ignoring this aspect of herself, and refusing to address it head-on, Natalie is succumbing to the same fatphobia that shapes her world, whether she identifies it as being a problem or not.

Before her life becomes a rom-com, Natalie feels invisible at work and in the world. Some of this is certainly her fault, but fatphobia is also at play. Fatphobia chips away at the humanity of fat people from different angles. It means that Natalie gets used to being dehumanized; she doesn't expect others to have empathy for her when she's physically hurt, because they don't value her body. And it's no coincidence that Natalie's fantasy world includes a magically bigger apartment with unlimited clothing options, because discrimination against fat people isn't just a matter aesthetics and preferences—it affects everything from our ability to dress ourselves to our ability to make and save money, since there's a price to pay for being fat, even if it's just having to pay more to travel. Just as much as gender and race intersect with fat bodies, so, too, do economics and class.

I knew I could count on a plus-sized white comedian to take down a genre of films that prioritized thin women. But I ventured to see if Wilson could go further than that, and challenge what it means to be white and well-off and fat in the process; it isn't just about taking down rom-coms but about doing so in a way that isn't just a mouthpiece for white feminist values. But, in the end, that isn't what happened. Isn't It Romantic is fine, but it needed to do more than target an audience of girls who are 10 to 30 pounds overweight and still too jolted by the word "fat" to ever apply it to themselves, so they go for acceptable alternatives, like curvy, plus-sized—or thicc, if they're hip. But I'm not afraid to say I'm fat, I'm just disappointed I will be waiting even longer to see a realistic reflection of that experience onscreen.

Isn't It Romantic is in theaters now.