I was 23 when I noticed my jeans cutting into my tummy while taking orders at a steakhouse in Rockingham County, North Carolina. A few months earlier, I sat across from the Dean of my college and gave up my academic scholarship. Bulimia was ravaging my life. I was in a dysfunctional relationship, living at the poverty line and working my way out. Later that week, my hands shook as I purchased a pregnancy test at the Texaco gas station. I crouched in the corner, crying, waiting, terrified of what that test was about to tell me. Sure enough, it was positive.
I appreciate how you address a political desire to control others’ choices without fully, and vulnerably, listening to the narrative of women in impossible circumstances. Without this nuanced approach you propose, by women who’ve walked this road, we won’t get the full picture. Thank you for painting it here. ❤️
I am a Christian. I have had an abortion. I am pro-life from birth to death.
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Preach!!!! This makes me feel so not alone in being pro-life, but not always voting for republicans!
Amazingly vulnerable and well written. So many incredible points and perspectives here. Thank you ♥️
wow, I appreciate you sharing this. It resonated with me in every way.
I appreciate how you address a political desire to control others’ choices without fully, and vulnerably, listening to the narrative of women in impossible circumstances. Without this nuanced approach you propose, by women who’ve walked this road, we won’t get the full picture. Thank you for painting it here. ❤️
Thank you!! So good!!