The Right This Woman Wants

Alright, I'm touching it. The untouchable issue. It's such a dirty word: abortion. And it should be a dirty word. It's a terrible thing. And anyone who says it's not is sick. I don't care if I offend you by saying it or if you think i shouldn't be so blunt with my language, that's the way it is.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest:

I've developed an intolerance for the term "women's rights". It's a phrase that has become synonymous to abortion rights (because obviously that's all we women care about), and it therefore seems to follow that unless you're pro-choice, you're anti-woman. I am neither. I am a woman, and I am proud to be such. I feel as though I have every right I could ever long for, and I humbly thank every woman who came before me and fought for each one of those rights. I can walk around in pants because of them. I can earn just as much money as a man because of them. I will vote in November because of their effort and their pain. Women are powerful, and we deserve nothing but freedom.

But if someone were to take away my right to an abortion, I would not lose this pride. In fact, I think it would grow. My pride in my feminity reminds me not just that we are equals to men, but that we are vessels. We are the only half of our species with the right to bring forth life. We have a priviledge that no other can match. We women are the sustainers of mankind, and without this sacred right, we would all cease to exist.

Abortion cheapens us. It underminds the sanctity of birthing human life. It allows us to discard our most powerful and unique right. We fight for the right to do it, and yet, when the battle was won, we were lost. Women have stopped cherishing themselves for the veins of essence they are. We are limp, we are void, we are masculine, and those are not the rights our foremothers fought for.

We have the right to preserve our virginities. We have the right to be selective with our mates. We have the right to buy rubbers and pills so we don't "use our gift" when we don't want to. But if, instead, we sacrifice all those rights and opt to settle for just one, the right to an abortion, we have the right to go back to square one.

If you ask me if I support women's rights, I will tell you with full enthusiasm, "yes, yes I do." But I am not pro-choice. I am pro-life to my very core, because my core is where I keep my right to reach my full womanly potential, and that is the right I fight for. Give me the right to bear life; allow not abortion to usurp me.