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Every night before I go to bed, I stand in front of my closet, sigh loudly, and lay out what has become my uniform: a pair of jeans that may or may not fit right and a sweatshirt that is (hopefully) unstained. I put these clothes on my body. I look in the mirror before I leave for work. I’m 36 years old, but I dress,

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Almost two years ago to the day, nearly five million people turned out for the inaugural Women’s March. Massive crowds gathered in Washington, DC and at local marches around the country in what would ultimately become the largest single-day demonstration in the history of the United States.

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