Not In Her Shoes

I already feel like a better mom for deciding its not time.

My shoes probably wouldn’t fit anyone else as they changed to fit my feet over the years. When someone tries to shame or blame me for this (ie, my life and the path I’ve taken), I get defensive and I get fearful of what else they want to blame me for. I want to tell them, accept me and the choices I’ve made!

I’m strong enough to survive New Hampshire winters; I’m strong enough to make my own choices about my body, my life and my reproductive health.

These are my favorite slippers… I have many, many pair.  But the Hello Kitty ones are my favs.  They’re the first thing I slide on in the morning and the last thing I take off at night before going to bed.  Sometimes when cooking, if something spills on them, I go into almost a panic mode to get them clean again.  But they’ve gone on many a trip with me, and they’re cute & comfy too.  My slippers.  My life.  My business.  :-) 

I have unique shoes, just as I have a unique outlook on what anyone should be able to do with his or her own body. I wouldn’t let anyone take my shoes away, nor would I let anyone take my rights away

My reproductive health is personal because no one else knows what is best for my life. I should have the final say in whether I bring a new life into this world or not. I don’t believe in having a baby and giving it up to someone else to raise. I also don’t feel that we need any more children on Welfare. 

Thanks to Roe v. Wade and its effects on reproductive healthcare, I have the freedom to do my favorite American activity: choose my own path.

My sex life and my family life are MINE to direct, and I can do so safely and healthily with inexpensive birth control and legal abortion options.