Stories about: abortion
Romanticising uniquely ‘feminine’ ways of suffering is like plastering a Hello Kitty bandaid over a bruise.
I once entertained the idea of posting a selfie online, three hours into my abortion, revealing me swathed in my own sweat.
I don’t want to have an abortion, I don’t want the experience, but I don’t want to raise a child now. I don’t want to choose.