With millions of people across the globe, I marched for women’s rights on Saturday. Alongside my beautiful daughter – who is growing into a fearless and fierce activist herself – I stood in solidarity with my sisters from all continents of the world, as we called for protection of our rights.

Solidarity Sisters!

Solidarity Sisters!

It was beautiful in Melbourne – a true mid-Summer day with stunning clear blue skies and a hot sun overhead. We stood on the steps of the State Library – my favourite place in the city – and listened as women from all walks shared their stories and urged us to stand up, rise up and never give up.

After a while, the kidlet and I walked to the back of the crowd, looking for some shade. We found a park bench and she looked for a vantage point to get a look at the rally and wander around to take some photos as I sat down at the other end of the bench to calibrate my CGM.

I quickly pricked my finger and squeezed blood onto the strip. When the number came up, I entered it into the Dex app on my phone.

The woman sitting next to me on the park bench smiled over at me. ‘Me too,’ she said, holding up the bag of jelly beans she was eating.

I beamed back at her. ‘Are you okay? The heat isn’t helping, is it?’

‘I’ll be fine. Just need a few minutes before the march starts. I’ll be okay.’

I smiled again and stood up. ‘We always are, right? Enjoy the march.’

‘I will,’ she said. ‘And you too. One foot in front of the other.’

I nodded. ‘It’s the only way.’

I walked over to the kidlet and we made our way back through the crowd.

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