Pro Choice: A right; a necessity

 Once upon a time in a land far away there lived a girl named, well, Me. Dur­ing a walk after an argu­ment with her mom, Me met a boy named He. He approached her from across the street, hop­ing that she would take a moment to enjoy a con­ver­sa­tion with him. She did. Not because she found him attrac­tive, but because in the chaos of her 15-year-old life, Me was often look­ing for atten­tion of some kind. She felt lonely, and unloved, and unpretty. She never fit in in her neigh­bor­hood, and even when she tried to, she could only pre­tend for so long. But when He stopped her, Me felt for the first time that she was not invisible. They talked for hours, walk­ing in secluded areas of woods and rocks. He sug­gested that they sit and he spread his jacket on the ground, offer­ing Me a clean place to relax. Soon the talk­ing turned to kiss­ing which turned to touch­ing and then to sex. And sud­denly, Me was thrust into a 3 year rela­tion­ship of fights with her mom, run­ning away, almost flunk­ing out of school, weed, drink­ing, and depres­sion. He made her feel loved in a way that no one ever did before. He filled a void of aban­don­ment and hate. And despite the fact that they had noth­ing in com­mon, they forged a bond that Me knew was tight yet severely flawed. She knew that while col­lege awaited her, for him edu­ca­tion was a mys­tery– a secret spo­ken of only in the unre­al­is­tic world of Heath­cliff Huxtable. Her lit­i­ga­tion dreams and his impov­er­ished night­mares did not mesh, but He loved Me and she wanted that love so much. Soon, she stopped fight­ing when he rejected pro­tec­tion for fear that he would dis­ap­pear leav­ing her to fade away, lost in the shadow of disdain....more

I Saw Myself Through His Eyes And That Made All The Difference

I feel like I need to provide some background before I dive into my post. Once, I was an athletic girl. I loved exercise, and activity, myself and my body. Despite a short battle with Bulima in HS, I learned to balance food and activity. Never in a million years did I imagine that I would one day be obese and struggling to get moving. More importantly, I never thought that I would hate looking at myself. But it happened. It happened and I have attempted to take control so many times and failed. But something happened today.  ...more

I have a spouse who has always seen my beauty but no matter how I try to stay positive, once I ...more