2022: “Stop overreacting, they won’t overturn Roe.”
They did.
2023: “Stop overreacting, they won’t let women die rather than get an abortion.”
They did.
2024: “Stop overreacting, they won’t arrest women for miscarriages.”
They did.
2025: “Stop overreacting, they won’t turn women into incubators.”
They did.
2026: “Stop overreacting, they won’t attack mifepristone.”
They did, today.
Now: “Stop overreacting, they won’t go after birth control next.”
They will.
My abortion is the kind people love to judge the most. I wasn’t underage, I wasn’t assaulted, and there was no medical emergency. I got pregnant because I knowingly had unprotected sex, no accident, no rare failure, just my own choices.
By their standards, it was “irresponsible.” I knew abortion was an option, and I took it. Not because I couldn’t survive it or raise a child, I simply didn’t want one. I wanted sex without becoming a parent, and I chose not to carry the pregnancy.
There’s no redemption arc here. I don’t regret it. Nothing terrible happened to me afterward, no punishment, no downfall. My life is still good. And that reality alone challenges everything people like to assume about women who make this choice.