Women’s March on Washington
As I speed-walked through the masses on Broadway in Downtown Los Angeles, a sonic roar swelled from Pershing Square and reverberated for blocks. I got as far as one block from the center of the protest at the perfect moment?a band of bad-ass women on motorcycles leading the march toward City Hall, slowly cruising through the hundreds of thousands of women, men, and children. The epic screams made sold-out crowds in the Rose Bowl, Wembley Stadium, and Madison Square Garden combined sound like whispers. No wonder?turns out we were about 750,000 strong?just in Los Angeles?and millions more throughout the country and all over the world (Antarctica included).
Everyone has their own story about the hundreds of Women?s Marches that happened on January 21, and what it all means for them. In our new iteration, TMB is excited to cultivate a community comprised of beauty, brains and diversity. Here are profiles about real women from different communities, from Muslim to LGBTQIA. Some are first-time marchers, some social activists. Some grew up undocumented, some are dual citizens. Some are mothers, all are daughters. And all have a voice.
Photo by Jessica Porter

Melinda Marcelo, Boston
Experience:
Riding the T to the Boston Common and seeing more and more people get on at every stop with signs, pins and pussy hats was surreal. There was a sense of camaraderie and excitement to be a part of something larger, and I loved seeing the Common filled to t...