On my way to Grant Park on Saturday, I fixated on my reasons for marching. I thought about all of my fears of the misogyny, bigotry, and racism that have plagued our country's conversation since the presidential campaigns started in 2016. I wanted to add my mass to the masses as a voice of love and acceptance because I've become increasingly nervous about the normalcy of hatred. I knew I wouldn't be alone in my stance, but what I could never have expected was the sheer power in numbers. They literally shut the city down. We could not go unnoticed. Love and acceptance ruled the day.