I am pro-choice. I was not always this way. Unlike many Abortion Gang members, I wasn’t raised to believe that women had the right to choose what to do with their own bodies. To be fair, I wasn’t exactly raised to believe that abortion is murder or should be illegal either. I think it would be safe to say that I come from a pretty politically apathetic family. They’ve always voted, but my sister and I weren’t really raised with any certain set of beliefs—other than the fact that we were raised Catholic and we come from a blue state.
I’m not sure exactly when I learned what abortion is. I don’t recall hearing words that might have suggested to me that abortion is wrong. But for some reason, that’s what I assumed. Okay, my young, uninformed self thought, abortion is getting rid of a pregnancy before the baby is born. That must be wrong. And so I suppose I considered myself pro-life.
I attribute the state of my current self to young adult author Meg Cabot. It was through her books and on her message board that I joined when it launched nearly seven years ago that I was first introduced to pro-choice and feminist ideas. I was (and still am) a moderator on the site and I remember another moderator, a few years older than I was, talking about how a friend of hers was pro-life, and she simply couldn’t fathom the idea and didn’t know how to get across the pro-choice message to her. Our site administrator offered advice. First she stated the obvious: sometimes there’s just no point in trying to reason with anti-choicers. But if you do want to attempt it, offer these points. Following was a list of typical pro-choice arguments (which I won’t bore you with since I trust you are familiar with them).
I found myself nodding in agreement with everything. I agree with that, I thought. And that! And…that, too! It started to dawn on me that I am pro-choice. It clicked. But I had a hard time with it at first. I had assumed that abortion was wrong, yet here I was with pro-choice rhetoric making complete sense right in front of my eyes. After a few minutes of sitting at my desk pondering this epiphany, I decided–for lack better terms–to roll with it.
Soon after this, the flood-gates to feminism opened and I became a die hard feminist and unapologetic supporter of choice. It took me awhile to claim the fact that I am unapologetic. For a long time I always thought that while I would never have an abortion, I can’t deny any other woman that right. But now? The questions I ask myself are What if it was me? What would I do? I honestly don’t know. No, I take that back. I think I do know. If I found out I was pregnant at this very moment…I probably wouldn’t want to go through with it.
I want to feel the safety of knowing that I always have a choice, and that every other woman in this country has a choice as well. This is why I fight for reproductive justice and for the right for all to live the life they love.