Thank You Michelle Obama & Pantsuit Nation

I’ve been slightly numb this election “season” (season = more than a year). I’ve been wrapped up in my own work and life, and didn’t find it useful to spend much time on something that feels so outside of my control. But two moments have brought out emotions that I had previously buried.

(1) I started crying while watching Michelle Obama’s speech in New Hampshire. Here is the moment in her speech when I shocked myself by breaking into sobs:

I listen to all of [Trump’s history of disrespecting women] and I feel it so personally, and I’m sure that many of you do too, particularly the women. The shameful comments about our bodies. The disrespect of our ambitions and intellect. The belief that you can do anything you want to a woman.


It is cruel. It’s frightening. And the truth is, it hurts. It hurts. It’s like that sick, sinking feeling you get when you’re walking down the street minding your own business and some guy yells out vulgar words about your body. Or when you see that guy at work that stands just a little too close, stares a little too long, and makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

Yes, exactly. How Donald Trump treats women is public knowledge, and yet he is still in the running to be elected as president by millions of Americans. I didn’t think it was possible, but it is, and it’s happening now, in 2016. It hurts.

2) Today a friend on Facebook invited me to join Pantsuit Nation, and I happily joined, not thinking much of it. As of tonight, there are over 2,200,000 members in this secret group. I started reading all of the moving and positive accounts of why members are voting for Hillary Clinton, and how “love trumps hate,” and how it’s so amazing that tomorrow the United States will have its first female president. And it finally hit me how much I really do care about this election. How emotional I am going to get while witnessing the election of this country’s first female president.

Thank you, Michelle Obama and Pantsuit Nation, for finally connecting me to my emotions during this election season, because I spent so much of it shut off and numb.

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