You are Worthy

Today, I woke up with a heavy heart. I have felt more anxiety than I’ve felt in years. I am mourning the country and where we may end up. I thought the outcome of this election was impossible. I truly had better faith in America. I thought I was living in a country where we cared about people—not just anyone—but own our citizens, and I was ignorantly misguided.

But I am here, offering my hand and my support, for what it’s worth. As a young woman, I am afraid. I am afraid of how men will believe they can treat women. I am afraid of what they will try and what they will undoubtedly get away with. I fear for my nieces and my future children. I know I will do what is in my power to make sure that those in my life are cared for, supported, loved, and well-educated. I am determined to have the next generation grow up in a better, healthier country.

I don’t claim to know what it feels like to be anyone, but myself. All I know is what it feels like to be a woman. But if it’s any thing of how I feel today…well then I am ready to fight stronger. Loud and proud, I wore a rainbow gay pride shirt to show my undefeated support. I walked into three cafes, predominantly filled with privileged white males, all eyes on me. Everyone saw my shirt. Everyone saw me. But what I couldn’t see? Whether or not, they voted to hate against me or stand with me. I felt uncomfortable, anxiety has bubbled and created a home in my body, but that won’t stop me for fighting for equality. For standing up for what I believe in, even if that gets me dirty looks, snide remarks, and/or abuse.

I am privileged. And I won’t sit around vacantly letting that word collect dust. I plan to use that card for the better. I have the power to use my voice and not be discriminated to the degree that others may.

I ask of you, stand with me. Do you believe in equality a.k.a. basic human rights? Let’s make this fight together.

Let’s show this country that we will not be beaten down and tossed around. We will not allow a man to dictate what we can and can not do. We will not allow a man to take away our freedoms and our rights. As as woman–who fears having her body controlled by a man–I urge you to fight. Don’t let a man control you and tell you how to dress, act, talk or how to use your body. As a LGBTQ author, whose novel involves reparative therapy (gay conversion therapy), I urge you to fight against this. When I started writing, I was writing about this therapy in past tense hoping that by the time it was published, America would have made it illegal. I never, in a million years, imagined we would elect a president and vice president who are FOR electrocution. These men, and many people in this country, honestly still believe that homosexuals choose to love the same-sex and that they aren’t born this way. For the African Americans who have lost over 900 lives this year? Your lives matter more than the people in this country give you credit for. You are worthy and strong. You are intelligent and brace. You are not what America makes you out to be. To the Muslims who have been discriminated against time and time again, year after year, I am so sorry. You are loved. You are worthy. You belong here and we love you. To the Native Americans, we will forever be in your debt. I apologize on behalf of my country for our history. But we have the power and the chance to fight with you against the Dakota Pipeline, but more importantly, to make you feel safe and at home in the land that was yours to begin with.

To everyone, who feels affected or will be affected by how America turned upside down today, it will be okay. I am thinking about you, I am hoping for you. I am giving you support. I am giving you love. You will never be alone. Not now. Not ever.

Let’s not let America determine our worth. We are stronger than this. More powerful together. We are warriors, let that not be mistaken.

Love will always win.

Together we can make a difference.

One day, we’ll live in a country where we can say: “I’m proud to be an American.”


If you need support or want to give support, please see below. We are in this together.

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Planned Parenthood

Council on American-Islamic Relations

Human Rights Campaign

Immigrant Defense Project

NAACP Legal Defense and Education Fund

Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network

The Trevor Project

To Write Love on Her Arms

Chelsea Lauren

Chelsea Lauren is addicted to drinking coffee, writing in cafes, and walking the beach. A New York native, she recently moved to Melbourne, FL and found having conversations with her character’s on the beach is the perfect cure to writer’s block. To learn more about her, check out “About Me.” Her debut novel, Underneath the Whiskey, is now available on Amazon.

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