Though my story isn’t dramatic, it is still my body, my choice.

When I was in my early twenties, I had an abortion. My life was not in danger. I don’t know, but I doubt the fetus had any disorders. I simply wasn’t ready, equipped, or wanted a child fathered by a perfectly nice man but one I was not willing to spend the rest of my life in contact with. Though my story isn’t dramatic, it is still my body, my choice. I did not make the choice lightly but I also didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t the right time and both the child and I would suffer. Fifteen years later, when married and after discussion and planning with my husband, I had two children. Two girls four years apart, mostly because we lost our health insurance after the first and waited until we got it back to try again. They are healthy teenagers now and I thank all the women who fought before me for my right to choose what was appropriate for my life.