I’m Not a Murderer: My body, my choice.
Image Source: https://www.mediamatters.org/huffpost/media-highlight-how-help-people-states-passing-restrictive-abortion-laws “I can’t remember…” I stated, staring at my boyfriend at the time. Calculating the weeks in my head since my last menstrual cycle, I recalled all my recent bodily changes. My breasts were tender and enlarged, my tummy and hips looked bloated, the toilet was my new best friend, morning nausea visited me daily, my usual lightly grilled scallop sushi lunch repulsed me, and my craving for orange juice could never be satiated. Dread consumed me. All signs pointed to one thing – pregnancy. Although I already had a strong inclination of what the result would be, I unwrapped the pregnancy test and held my breath, hoping for a different outcome. I waited. Two faint red lines slowly became visible. My eyes widened and pupils dilated. Oh, Fuck. Opening the bathroom door, I waved the stick in his face. “I’m pregnant” I whispered, lo...