I am pro-choice.
When you say “pro-life”, whose life do you mean? Not my life; you took control of it; you took it away from me; you imprisoned me in my body and gave it over instead to a process that will break my bones apart and permanently alter my body and my mind and my life, perhaps disable me mentally or physically, perhaps kill me outright.
The life of the child-who-might-be? Is that potential life more important than my real one?
Whose choice is that? Who decides?
These are the transgender and cisgender men and women who deserve to have an abortion, if they want one:
the ones who want children and don’t have them
the ones who want children and have them
the ones who want children but not right now
the ones who want children but cannot afford a child
the ones who want children but cannot afford another child
the ones who want children but do not want to be pregnant
the ones who want children but not two (or three, or four, or five) at once
the ones who want children but are carrying a fetus with life-threatening disabilities
the ones who want children but cannot survive pregnancy because of illness
the ones who want children but cannot be pregnant because their partner will abuse them if they get knocked up
or because they will lose their job if they miss another day
or because they don’t have health care, or enough health care, or affordable health care
the ones who were raped or abused
the ones who are young and cannot tell their family they are pregnant
the ones who do not want children.
These are the people who deserve safe, easy access to safe and effective abortions performed in proper hygienic faculties by respectful providers:
all of them
at any time
in any place
for any reason
even if it’s not a reason you agree with.
It isn’t your reason and it isn’t your life; you don’t need to agree and you don’t need to understand.
All you need to do is to trust them.