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choice

Today marks the 27 th anniversary of the Roe vs. Wade US Supreme Court decision.

I am pro-choice.

I avoid abortion debates because I've learned that they serve little or no purpose. Once someone has made up his or her mind, almost nothing will change it.

Why am I pro-choice? Because I believe that I should have the right to decide what happens to my body.

I don't look down on women who decide not to have an abortion.

I don't cheer when a woman has an abortion. It's a very private thing, and it is a difficult decision to make. But I respect their choice.

I am not anti-child. I do not wish to have any children, because I don't think I would make a very good mother. But I don't hate children. Far from it; some of them are a joy.

Every time I hear about new anti-abortion legislation, though, I feel angry and afraid. Other people - people who I don't even know - are trying to tell me what I can and can't do with my body. Strangers are trying to force their religious beliefs on me, their views on what is right and wrong.

How dare they?

(It's rather a moot point, but I believe that if men carried the babies, abortions would be legal at any stage.)

Truthfully, I don't know where abortion stands today. Pro-choice advocates claim that the majority of Americans support choice. Pro-life advocates claim that the majority of Americans are against abortion. Who's right? Who has massaged the numbers to make themselves look good? I'm not a pollster, so I don't know.

But I know what I believe.

I am pro-child, pro-family, and pro-choice... And I'm proud of it.

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