Last night I had a phenomenal experience that brought me into the hearts and lives of all the past activists, and particularly female activists, who at times struggled to get from one day to the next against the adversity of others, in order to further their individual causes.
...Yesterday, my family tore me apart from the soul outward. I was ridiculed, insulted and told that I wasn't okay and that I am leaving a terrible legacy for myself because I support legalizing marijuana, marijuana organizations and consequently, that I don't believe that nude photography is evil. I realized that my own mother doesn't quite accept me, although I still love her all the same. I could barely escape to privacy before I crumpled to the ground, shattered, and sobbing for hours. It still brings stinging tears to my eyes as I write this; it still hurts.
However, the pain transformed into a wonderment about all activists and how they stood up against adversaries. Did Harriet Tubman feel the same frustration, anger and rage? I bet Rosa Parks did. And I bet Alice Paul did when she was force fed and beaten while imprisoned for fighting for women's suffrage/the right to vote.
It's a difficult thing, being twenty-one, a woman, and being progressive and liberal. Especially in a family of religious conservatives. At least I know I'll always have the pat on my back from all the women before my time, who bravely fought for what they believed was right. And ironically, my mother did vote yes for medical marijuana. Go figure!
--Janie Sativa
Official 420 Girl of 420Girls.com - A division of 420 Magazine
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