The Day I Broke Free

I am not my reproductive capacity. I’m a person, not a person factory. I am not a slave to the role others would impose upon my. My life is my own. My body is my own.

When I was 22, I had a tubal ligation. As I remember it, waking up from the surgery in the recovery room, being told all went well with no complications, lifting my gown and looking at the two bandage pads on my abdomen was one of the happiest moments of my life. Even though I was still in a haze of anesthesia at the time, I remember that. I felt like I'd just been granted some sort of super-power, only instead of being bullet-proof, I was made baby-proof. I look at the life I have now, and I know that it would not be the same were I childed. In fact, I would be miserable and probably poor. Instead, I have happiness. What's more, I have a future that I would not otherwise have. Because of my tubal, that future is now protected. I'm safe. I'm free. My proof is two small scars on my abdomen. They're tiny. Barely visible. Yet their impact is huge.

Edit:
So, the wonderful and talented aquaseashells91 says she was inspired by this drawing here to draw THIS. Go check it out!