This Thanksgiving, I'll be going home to give thanks for the strong women around me who support each other, for my friends in Orange Country who are lucky enough to see the bigger picture of America, and my dad, who never for a moment made me feel like there were certain expectations of me because I was his daughter, in a world dominated by men.

I've spent most of my time since 6pm on Election Day watching the news or scrolling through Facebook memes and statuses and heartbroken notes of horror and terror at what real consequences this election will have for them and their families. What can I possibly say that I haven't already angrily posted as a status on Facebook?

That, maybe, somethings don't change. Or maybe they don't change unless there's an outside force? (Shout out to my physics friend Kim, who probably could explain that this isn't completely true, or maybe it's true in Newtonian but not quantum... IDK I'm not physics.)

But the social hierarchy in America hasn't changed much. In it's entirety, America's history is almost painfully ironic. The (White Anglo-Saxon) Protestants came over on the Mayflower to escape religious persecution. In turn, they colonized (A/N: Don't get me started on colonization.) and grew until they subjugated and destroyed the Native American civilizations already there.

And now, people fear refugees from Syria. These people are being constantly attacked and displaced. All they want to to escape constant war and bombings. Americans today don't want to let in the refugees even though America began as a nation of immigrants. There's no one who can claim a right to be in America more than any other group of people, besides Native Americans who were legitimately the first ones here.

99 years ago, in 1920, women won the right to vote after more than 50 years of fighting against a system that worked, and still works, against them. Womxn everywhere are still fighting to be heard, for the control of their bodies, and to be seen as a human being, valued by what they have to say, not how they look. Womxn deserve respect for themselves and their bodies for being human beings.

The irony of a nation of immigrants not letting in people who need refuge is enough to make me ashamed of my fellow Americans. The irony of a nation of the people, for the people, by the people not representing all the people.

I've seen people saying that we need to accept the election, that the outrage being expressed is dividing the country. But I disagree. When I say #notmypresident I accept the results of the election, but Trump is not my President. In his speech last night, he said he would be a voice for the people. But he is not my voice. He certainly isn't the voice of the Muslims he wants to banned based on a religion he doesn't understand. Of the Mexicans he has never spent time with. Or of the womxn he grabs. The queer people his VP wants to convert straight. The veterans who are belittled by dodging the Vietnam War draft and then saying it would be nice to receive a Purple Heart.

Donald Trump is #notmypresident because he incites fear in the hearts of so many people that I hold dear. He can't be the voice of the same people he's silencing.

I am not proud to be American right now. I am mourning the loss of progress and possibly the loss of some of my friends. I am mourning the promises of a safer world for all people and recognition of a womxn's sovereign right to their body.

Don't tell me that the sun will still rise tomorrow. I know that. And it will keep rising for about five million more years until it explodes.

The only thing I need to hear from people is that you'll be the outside force we need to change America, that you'll keep on fighting from this moment onwards. You'll fight for the women born before suffrage that voted for the first female presidential candidate. Fight for the undocumented students I know that have worked harder than I can possibly understand to get here and stay here. Fight for the people who only just earned the right for the government to legally recognize their love. Fight for womxn to control their bodies. Fight against those who feel they can oppress others based on race, gender, sexuality, religion, or opportunities.

I won't stop being a #nastywoman anytime soon. #Imwithher because she is strong, experienced, and dedicated to everything that matters to me. Donald Trump is #notmypresident and I will dedicate my life to fighting for what's right. Thank you, Hillary. Never be sorry for being fighting for all of us for so long.

"We still have not shattered that highest and hardest glass ceiling. But someday, someone will."

-Hillary Rodham Clinton, November 9th, 2016