“Don’t you want children? What’s wrong with you? All women want children.”
Many people don’t realize that this roughly translates to “But don’t you want to be A REAL WOMAN? A gaia earth mother whose womb and v***** flourishes new life and shoots out beautiful, gooey little mother-earth babies like a gatling gun of love, peace and glorious, fruitful f******? IT GIVES YOU PURPOSE, BECAUSE WOMEN ARE NOTHING MORE THAN WALKING UTERUS BROODMARES!”
And my answer is no. I don’t want to be pregnant, go through 9 months of regimented diet hell, sickness, swelling in parts of my body that I didn’t know could swell, go through the hell of episiotomies/tearing to give birth, get cracked n****** while breast feeding, change diapers filled with s*** the consistancy of soft serve ice cream, have a room in my house that always has a faint urine smell to it because Brayden Christopher Aiden Von Preshus Sneauxflayk won’t stop urinating in the bed, enduring his “NO” and biting and hitting phases like a helpless dog by saying ‘no no, don’t hurt mommy’, deal with a jackass husband who gets to leave the house whenever he pleases and says I do nothing all day while I stay home and deal with his spawn that he only wanted because ‘that’s what you do when you’re an adult’ and he has absolutely zero idea that having kids is more than playing catch in the backyard on weekends.
My answer is no. Not now. Not in five, ten or fifteen years. Not ever.
I’m 33, and I AM A WOMAN, regardless of what I have done or have not done with my reproductive organs, and no one can ever take that from me.