Watching the news after Nia Wilson’s untimely death triggered my emotions. Every time I leave the house, I carry fear and anxiety with me.
Just a few weeks ago, my girlfriends and I were approached by an aggressively drunk white male who believed he had authority over our bodies. It wasn’t the first time we had to deal with something like this, and unfortunately, it won’t be our last. I couldn’t help but wonder, would anybody help me if I were attacked? If I died, would I be mourned in the same way Nia Wilson was?
The Women’s March is almost here. These are the hard questions I must ask of the movement.
As a white woman, I can’t risk repeating the failures of our past
We’re bombarded with messages about losing weight around the new year. Here’s how I cope.
I had to learn to listen to what my body wants and needs above all else
The Lily published work from over 70 female artists this year. See our favorites.
Stories, murals, a tote bag and a zine
