Like always, I run a day ahead and therefore a day behind of the blogosphere. Yesterday, 22nd January was Blog for Choice day. Go ahead, Google it. I am sure you will find a bunch of posts about it. It probably doesn’t help that I am posting this at 11pm on the 23rd. I am disorganised okay?
I am firmly pro-choice, even though I have never had to make that decision, the hardest decision some women have had to make, because at the end of the day, it is MY life and MY body. I want the right to have MY say over what happens to it.
When I was 15, I sat on the phone to my friend and listened to her cry as she recounted her experiences to me. She was 14.
FOURTEEN for goodness sakes.
She found out she was pregnant a week after she and her boyfriend broke up.
She made the hard decisions alone.
Went to the clinic alone.
And came home, alone.
She rang me in her aloneness, to cry on my shoulder, even though we were thousands of kilometres apart.
Nothing I could have said or done would have made that choice easier for her. But in the end, that is all she needed.
She needed a choice.
Each woman deserves the right to choose, depending on her own morals, depending on her own unique circumstances, what happens to her. No one should be allowed to take that right away.
What if she was 12?
What if it was unconsensual?
What if it was YOUR daughter in that situation? Wouldn’t you want to be able to give her a choice?
I know I am not in the US and I am hoping like hell that Australia never tries to take my right to choose away. So instead, I am writing this in support of all my friends in the US whom, without this movement, may one day find themselves, or their daughters in a positions where there are no choices.
And that would suck.



