What happens in my body is my business.
You didn’t make my body your business when I was molested as a child, raped as a teenager, or sex trafficked as a young adult.
You didn’t notice when I struggled to access birth control due to poverty.
You didn’t mind when I was trapped in toxic relationships with misogynistic, manipulative men who drove me to contemplate suicide.
You didn’t pay a dime when I asked my health insurance to cover the care I needed.
In part thanks to the abortions obtained through no help from you, I am a physician now.
You devour the tax money I earn with my blood, sweat, and tears. You are undeserving of my sacrifices.
You need to back off.
What I do with my body is none of your business.
You didn’t care about my body before, don’t pretend to care now.
My body knows the truth.
But truth, like freedom, equality, or justice, isn’t your business.