Obama was the first president that I actually knew about. Sure I knew who came before him, but he was inaugurated when I was in 5th grade. That was the first inauguration I watched. I wasn’t interested in politics and thought “that’s cool he’s different from the other guys”. Now the past 8 years, I learned more, grew more, and knew more. I learned that I was going to be sexualized more, thought of as weak. I learned that I’m not considered “as smart as the boys”. I discovered my sexuality and learned that that, too, made me lesser. I learned that some people considered my friends to be lesser because of their skin color and heritage. But you know what?
8 years since I watched that inauguration, I have also learned to be proud of who I am, that I am strong and that I shouldn’t believe I am any lesser than anyone else. I learned that no one should be thought of as lesser than anyone else.
Obama was an introduction to politics and he expanded my rights as a lesbian (and other reasons). Michelle Obama expanded my mind by encouraging people to do what they believe (and to get out and play as well as eat right).
So even though there’s a cheeto in the white house, I will not stop my fight. I will stand my ground as a woman, as a lesbian, as a millennial. I will stand my ground and I won’t be swayed because this may end up being a set back and it may have caused somewhat of a division. So I am fighting for my future. I look at the marches and see unity of the masses. I see that there is strength in the spirit of everyone who is fighting for their rights.
I am a millennial. I am a lesbian. I am a woman. And I will not be stopped.