In a movement, every voice matters. Quiet voices, loud voices, large voices, and small voices. Without every one of those voices, the movement would cease to exist.
I've spent a lot of time thinking about my year in the dress lately (for that book). But it's about so much more than me and that black dress and that one year. My story is part of a bigger story.
I am no lone ranger. I am simply one voice in the movement.
But in a movement, every voice matters. And when all those voices stand up to shout the same thing, the world listens.
They have no choice but to listen.
And this is what it can look like: