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Why I am Building My Own Table!

Updated: Feb 13

It’s worth remembering how recent so much of this actually is. It was only around fifty years ago that women in the UK were able to open a bank account or apply for a mortgage in their own name, without a male guarantor. That isn’t ancient history. That’s within living memory. The systems that govern money, power, ownership and legitimacy were not built with women in mind, let alone women of colour, disabled women, queer women, or those who sit outside a narrow definition of what leadership is supposed to look like.


That context matters, because it explains why safety, fairness and inclusion still feel conditional in 2026. Not because progress hasn’t been made, but because it has been partial, uneven, and easily reversed.


Lisa Maynard-Atem sitting at a table in a modern meeting room, mid-conversation, wearing a red dress and glasses, gesturing as she speaks.
I’m building my own table. Not as a statement, but as a strategy. Image Credit: Wambam Photography

In 2020, following the murder of George Floyd, the world appeared to pause. Corporations issued statements. Black squares filled timelines. EDI roles were created at speed. For a brief moment, it felt as though something fundamental might finally shift. What followed, however, was not transformation. It was exposure.


As the pressure eased, so did the commitment. Budgets tightened. Priorities shifted. Many of the EDI roles that were positioned as long-term investments quietly disappeared. What had been framed as moral urgency turned out, in many cases, to be reputational management.


There’s another layer to this that’s harder to talk about, but no less important. The stories we are told, and the people we are repeatedly asked to take seriously, are still largely curated by the same institutions, drawing from the same narrow pools of power and credibility. Mainstream media often presents itself as neutral, but neutrality is rarely neutral when it consistently amplifies familiar figures while sidelining others. Whose voices are rehabilitated, whose histories are softened, and whose presence is normalised ultimately shape what progress is permitted to look like.


That pattern isn’t unique to race. It’s part of a wider truth about how power operates. When inclusion is treated as an initiative rather than infrastructure, it is always the first thing to be deprioritised when conditions change. When safety is optional, it is never universal.


For those of us who sit at multiple intersections, this isn’t abstract. Being invited into spaces that never truly change carries a cost. You are present, but not protected. Visible, but not influential. Included, but rarely central. Over time, that dynamic becomes exhausting, not because you lack resilience, but because the terms of engagement remain fundamentally unequal. Eventually, the question shifts. Not “how do I get a seat at this table?” but “why am I still trying to sit at tables that were never designed to hold me?”


For me, that was the turning point. I stopped confusing access with power. I stopped mistaking proximity for progress. I stopped believing that if I waited long enough, explained myself clearly enough, or softened my edges, the structure would eventually bend.


It doesn’t. Structures change when those who benefit from them decide to change them. History tells us that this rarely happens without disruption, pressure, or an alternative being built alongside them. So I made a different decision. I’m building my own table.


STYLISA FoundHers exists because I no longer wanted to place my faith in systems that have repeatedly shown themselves to be unsafe for so many. It exists because I wanted to build something durable rather than reactive. Something that doesn’t rely on trends, political moods or corporate convenience to justify its existence.


This isn’t about rejecting institutions out of anger. It’s about choosing authorship over permission. When you build your own table, everything changes. You decide who is invited and why. You decide what excellence looks like. You decide which stories are centred and which are ignored. You decide the pace, the values and the standards. You are no longer performing legitimacy for someone else’s comfort.


That matters because representation without ownership is fragile. It disappears when budgets tighten or narratives shift. Ownership does not.


STYLISA FoundHers is not a response to exclusion. It is a refusal to continue operating within systems that confuse symbolism with substance. It is a space where women are not asked to justify their ambition, dilute their experiences, or package themselves in ways that feel safe for others. Their presence is not conditional. It is assumed.


There is also something quietly radical about building rather than waiting. Protest has its place, but building creates infrastructure. It compounds. It leaves something behind. Small, well-built rooms tend to outlast loud declarations. Over time, they become reference points. They shape networks. They influence who is taken seriously and who isn’t.


That is the intention here. This is not about replacing one table with another that looks the same. It’s about changing what tables are for. Less performance. More permanence. Less visibility for its own sake. More ownership, responsibility and consequence.


And yes, there is an irony to all of this. Once you build something solid enough, the same institutions that once ignored you often want proximity to it. That’s how the cycle tends to go. The difference is leverage. When you own the table, you don’t need permission. You negotiate terms.


In a world that is still not a safe space for everyone, building your own structures is not an act of defiance. It’s an act of care. Care for yourself, for your community, and for those coming after you.


I’m not building STYLISA FoundHers to be liked by everyone. I’m building it to be intentional, honest and enduring. To create space for the women I want to see around the table, on their terms, not someone else’s.


The time for begging for a seat is over. Not because the work is done, but because the strategy has changed. I’m not waiting to be invited into the future. I’m building it.



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