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Someone told me I couldn't be prochoice if I was against a woman's right to choose abortion. What does prochoice even mean? In my mind it's going against the normalization of a woman choosing to kill her child.

I think of the woman that has endured the tragedy of her very womanhood taken by force and now she has inflicted with a choice of seeing this unwanted child be born as a reminder of that stain in her memory how could she possible love this this thing growing inside of her.. This woman can choose life, she can choose to restore something with this child that she lost within herself or she can repeat that same cruelty on this thing that has no voice, she can reminder herself that this is not apart of her, the DNA wasn't graphed from the very marrow of her own existence.. Choices

What about the woman that would have to part with her own life if she continues to carry this fetus, she ways out options over and over, she thinks into the future what this child may become, and what this child may become without her. How cruel this must be to endure these Choices.

There is still more, the woman who will be disowned if she carries this child, the woman that can't even feed herself so how dare she have dreams of bringing another mouth to feed in this cruel unforgiving world, that woman who's battled depression or mental illness couldn't bare to be someone's mother, her illness eats at her enough, or that woman that can't feel anything for this child she's carrying, no loves blossoms, not birds chirping and singing lullabies...It's hard to look these women in the eyes and say hun let this child live because we already know first hand that this world is hell right?

You dear, tired, helpless, loved, desperate, cherished, woman be bold and choose life. Your body was designed to foster in kings and princes, doctors and bus drivers, accountants and teachers.. I can't imagine the pain of getting my arms and legs pulled from my body, or my head being smashed into fragments only because of prochoice.. I can't imagine of fighting off an attack desperately wanting to survive. I can't imagine the person that chose to kill me thought of me as a thing, a mistake, never seeing the color of my eyes, or the texture of my hair, supposed to be the one person that would love and nurture me but instead loathe my very existence..

Outside of the womb we would called it words like premeditated murder, homicide, willfully injury of a minor.. inside the womb we celebrate prochoice..

I can't relate ....