The Right to Choose My Daughter Made Me the Confident Woman I Am Today
Newsflash, anti-choicers: being pro-choice doesn’t mean anti-birth.
fuck yeah pro-choice teen moms!
personal anecdote: i am pro-choice now because i didn’t have a choice back then. in my home country germany, abortion is severly restricted to the first 12 weeks, with mandatory counseling and you have to pay for it yourself… and i was 15, scared and confused and didn’t even know i was pregnant until the second trimester. even though it all turned out “for the best” in my case, i wouldn’t wish this horrible, horrible situation on anyone.
being a mom is an amazing blessing, but it’s also hard and scary, and teen moms face additional hardships like social isolation, poverty, slut-shaming, lack of access to education etc etc.
Abortion seems to be the only medical procedure that people want to deny you based on how you got in that situation.
Drove drunk, got in an accident and need an organ transplant? No problem.
Messing around with a gun, accidentally shoot yourself in the leg and need surgery? Of course.
Smoke tobacco for most of your life and need treatment for lung cancer? Yep.
Climb a tree, fall out and break your leg? We’ll fix that right up.
Have sex and get pregnant when you don’t want to be? YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION AND YOU DESERVE NO MEDICAL HELP OR COMPASSION! THIS IS YOUR FAULT AND YOU WILL DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES! —
Worry About Your Own Uterus: (via veruca-assault)
“Worry about your own uterus” wise wise words.
This morning my daughter, who is nearly four, saw the stretch marks on my hips and stomach. She ran her hands over them and asked what they were.
“I got them when I grew up,” I said, “and a few more when I had you.” I grinned down at her. “They’re my stripes. You’ll get stripes too when you grow up.”
She was overjoyed. “Really?”
I think she’s in her room now, pretending to be a tiger.
This is what we need to teach.
أغرى امرؤٌ يوماً غُلاماً جاهلاً
بنقوده حتى ينال به الوطرْ
One day a man tempted, a foolish boy
With his money to safeguard the boy from harm
ائتني بفؤادِ أمك يا فت :قال
ولك الدراهمُ والجواهر والدررْ
He told him: “Boy, bring me the Heart of your mother,
And to you I’ll give jewels, coins, and pearls.”
فمضى وأغرز خنجراً في صدره
والقلبُ أخرجهُ وعاد على الأثرْ
So he went and sheathed a dagger with his Mother’s chest
And the Heart he took out and went back the way he came,
ىكنه من فرطِ سُرعته هو
فتدحرج القلبُ المُعَفَّرُ إذا عثرْ
But because of his excess haste, he fell
And the Heart, covered with blood, rolled along as he stumbled.
:ناداه قلبُ الأمِ وهو مُعفَّـرٌ
ضررْ من أصابك هل حبيبي ولدي
The Mother’s Heart called him while being covered with dirt
“Son! My beloved! Are you hurt?!”
فكأن هذا الصوتَ رُغْمَ حُنُوِّهِ
غَضَبُ السماء على الوليد قد انهمرْ
And suddenly, even though the voice was very compassionate,
It was as if the wrath of the heaven had fallen on the boy
واستلَّ خنجرهُ ليطعنَ صدرهُ
طعناً سيبقى عبرةً لمن اعتبرْ
And so, he unsheathed his dagger to stab himself,
A stabbing to become an example for those who heed examples.
يداً ولا كُفَّ: قلبُ الأمِّ ناداه
تذبح فؤادي مــرتــيــن ِ عـــلـــى الأثـرْ
But, just as the blade was about to pierce his own heart
The Heart of the mother called him saying “Stop your hand!
Do not kill my Heart twice in the same place!”
If somebody is investing time, resources, and energy into convincing you of your own worthlessness, that same somebody has revealed to you that they have a lot to lose if you don’t believe them. They’re protecting their own loss of power. Which means they perceive you as somebody who can take that power away. If somebody is putting in the work to knock you down, it’s because they’ve got something to fear about you if you’re standing up. —
Harriet Jay (via esmegruenwald)
I so needed to hear that today!
(Source: muslimwomeninhistory, via becausechocolatethatswhy)
So Brad totally talked about this in an interview, saying that Shiloh prefers to be addressed by all the family as John (and if anyone calls ze—I guess, I’m not sure if there are chosen gender pronouns yet, so I’m just going to use ze/zir—Shiloh, ze’ll be all “it’s JOHN OKAY?”) and prefers traditionally “masculine” things like swords and boy clothes etc., and he and Angelina don’t care because they a) recognize that not all children are the same/follow traditional gender binaries and b) they love John no matter what so it doesn’t matter to them what gender ze is. Which I thought was awesome/adorable.
Love them so much.
I’m not nessesarily a big fan of Jolie, however I will say this: If my mother had done for me what she is doing for Shiloh/John it would have saved me a a childhood full of frustration, numbness and confusion. I would not now look back on 19 years worth of life and wish I had been able to LIVE IT. Instead, I spent 19 years pretending to be someone else. I can’t help but feel robbed. Why do we tell children who they are? HOW can we tell children who they are?
Parents, please, LISTEN to your kids. Embrace difference and know that you are raising your children right by allowing them to be themselves and loving them unconditionally.
Everyone who’s liked or reblogged this seriously needs to become a parent. Please, for the good of humanity — reproduce, smart people.s
I praise them for this. So many parents prevent their children from being happy and being who they are based on either a) what the parents want or b) what society tells them to do. If you’re child is gay, straight, transexual or whatever else, embrace it and love your child. They’ll always need you.
My 4 yr old came up to me 2 days ago and said “Mummy, sometimes I really just wish I could be a girl like you. In some dreams, I am a girl and I have long beautiful hair and I’m wearing a pretty top, too”.
I asked if it made him happy? And he said he likes being a boy, but he would like to be a girl sometimes too.
I said that he can be a boy, a girl, both or neither. Whatever will make him happy. And with that he said he loved me and gave me a kiss and cuddle.
I’ve said this many time before, but parents don’t OWN their kids. We are here to protect, nurture, support and love.
My child can be whoever they want to be, and my love for them will never change.
^ You’re a great parent.
^Def doing it right
The Arab woman vs. the Western woman
(Source: emdashesandhyphens, via lipstick-feminists)