I don’t remember how I came to the pro-choice movement. I grew up a very sheltered life in the rural south and thought I had quite a bit of religion pushed on me, I can’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about abortion at all. I figured out when I was 11 and my only sibling was born that I never wanted kids and the thought of accidentally getting pregnant later in life terrified me. So at the time abortion wasn’t a known option at the very least. The time of my worldly education when I finally got out of that toxic area of the country is a bit of a blur for me. But it was in this time that I learned about feminism and women’s rights and became pro-choice.
So, since I don’t have a clear and/or interesting becoming pro-choice story, I’ll just have to settle for why I decided to be pro-choice. If you can even call it a decision, the idea that there are people who actively fight against basic human rights baffles me.
I’m pro-choice because I believe that every woman has a right to decide what happens to her own body.
I’m pro-choice because I believe that forced pregnancy is akin to rape.
I’m pro-choice because I believe that the rights of a born woman with ties in the world trumps those of a not yet sentient being.
I’m pro-choice because I don’t believe that the government should be in control of anyone’s reproduction or personal medical decisions.
I’m pro-choice because the right to personal privacy and bodily autonomy should be afforded to all people regardless of gender.
I’m pro-choice because I don’t believe in imposing my will on others.
And finally, I’m pro-choice because I recently had an abortion and have never felt so grateful to have access to something in my life. I was pro-choice for years before I had an abortion but never could I have fully imagined how horrible it feels to be pregnant when you don’t want to be.