I prepared my sign the night before with the most eager smile. I spent hours trying to find the perfect slogan that fit me as a person, but also stood for so many other women. Other girls from my campus were texting me saying they were doing the same thing, preparing for the march of their lives. This was going to be amazing. This was going to be life changing. I had no idea it was going to be worldwide.

On January 21, 2017 I participated in the Women's March that took place across the globe; now considered the biggest inaugural protest in history.

Millions of people from all over the globe stood their ground including Paris, Berlin, and Amsterdam. I couldn't believe cities across the world were participating, reacting in agreement with the utmost kindness and courage.

I've always been a feminist. My mother taught me growing up that even though I was a girl, I could do whatever my heart desired, be who ever I wanted to be, no matter my gender. It's not until we get a bit older that we start to realize there's a separation that shouldn't be there due to the fact that we are women.

The first time I heard my president of the United States downgrade women, I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. When his "locker room talk" occured I had no doubt in the back of my mind this country would not let him become our leader. How could anyone believe a man who thinks it's okay to sexually assault women should lead our country?

So here I was, standing amongst thousands of men and women in Nashville, TN. There were little children with signs saying, "my generation will tear down the wall", a little boy dressed up like Harry Potter with his sign reading, "without Hermione, Harry would have never survived." There were families with fathers holding up their daughters with signs spelling out, "I will become president", "lead with love", or "girl power". There were groups of boys that held up, "Men of quality don't fear equality!"

I couldn't believe what my eyes were witnessing. I was in the middle of history. This was going to be in books in schools where one day my daughter is going to ask me where I was in this moment. My children will be baffled wondering how any woman could be treated differently.

I marched for them. I marched for my mom who taught me to always stand for what I believe in. I marched for the woman I have met due to men taking advantage of every single one of us. I marched for the courage that one day, I will be treated equally. I marched because I refuse to be ignored.

I fight like a girl who demands to be respected. I fight like a girl who fights back. I fight like a girl because this body is mine. No one, and nothing can take that away from you. No person can tell you that this body you are living in, is not yours.

This is just the beginning, America. Just wait.