I traveled to Washington D.C. on Saturday to participate in the Women’s March, and it was one of the most moving experiences of my life. I attended with my friends Jennifer + Dave Cooper (who took so many amazing images, including this one). I have a confession to make: I was afraid. I have terrible anxiety and avoid crowds and chaos whenever possible. I had a massive panic attack mid-way through and had to retreat from the heart of the gathering. But I was there–I had to be. The issues at stake are too significant, threatening too many of our freedoms as women, as Americans, and as humans. This weekend gave me so much hope for the future – we will not be silenced, and we will continue to take action. I’ll be processing this experience for some time, but I feel more determined and empowered than ever. This is not a moment, but a movement, and I’m honored to join the fight. Here are some (not all) of the reasons I marched, in no specific order:

I marched because I’m a woman.

I marched because I’m a mother.

I marched because I made a pledge.

I marched because I’m a feminist.

I marched because I believe in equal rights for all.

I marched because I am pro-choice.

I marched because love is love is love.

I marched because he’s not my president.

I marched because we deserve better.

I marched because I believe in democracy.

I marched because immigrants are welcome.

I marched because I’m outraged.

I marched because climate change is real.

I marched because I’m privileged.

I marched because I have a voice.

I marched because dissent is patriotic.

I marched because I am indebted to all the women who came before me.