Let’s celebrate our wombs for their life-giving abilities... let’s feel into the depths of our own feminine and ask how 'she' would like to celebrate women.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
I’ve been ogled at, cat-called, and groped in ways that left me feeling small, ugly, icky, angry, uncool, too sensitive. I think it’s enough to say, #MeToo.
This is an invitation to write your own poem -- about your body, your experience with #MeToo, whatever would feed your wild soul.