Crying for Instagram.
I went to protest in my Florida hometown in response to the Supreme Court's reversal of Roe v. Wade.
I hadn’t even parked my car when I saw the group of people. It was actually a crowd.
I started crying. I was overwhelmed, moved, and deeply touched that there were people there at all.
Once I parked, I watched folks applying sunscreen in the parking lot and pulling out their signs before joining the crowd. I watched and kept crying. I had to find a way to pull myself together.
I came alone and didn’t want to be ugly crying the whole time.
Now in my late 20s, I don’t share as liberally or loudly my thoughts and opinions on certain subjects. Mostly because I don’t want to talk about something when I am angry. Truly, dangerously angry.
