They forgot who we are.

We are the daughters of every woman who refused to bow.
We are the descendants of every witch they tried to burn.
We are the storm they swore would never come again.

This is World War Women.
A rebellion of clarity, rage, humor, brilliance, and purpose.
A sisterhood forged in the fire of the last decade —
and ready for the one rising in front of us.

We don’t ask.
We take back what was ours.

But here’s the truth:
World War Women is still in its infancy.
It arrived as a spark — a calling — before we even knew what shape it would take.
A name.
A feeling.
A refusal to stay silent for one more year.

We created this because we felt it in our bones:
that women everywhere are done waiting, done shrinking, done surviving systems never built for us.

But this movement won’t be defined by one voice or one mind.
We are building this together — in real time — with every woman who joins, speaks, creates, organizes, and answers the pull she’s felt for far too long.

It takes a village to raise a revolution.
And this one needs its architects, its strategists, its artists, its truth-tellers, its doers, its dreamers, its fighters, its healers.

If you feel called — if something in you sparked the moment you landed here —
then you’re not just welcome.
You’re needed.

World War Women will become what we build.
What we imagine.
What we refuse to let die.

The sisterhood is forming.
The storm is gathering.

And you are part of it now.