Let me start this by saying, my entire life I have been pro choice. I always knew it was each individual’s right to decide what they did with their body regardless of the circumstances. Little did I know one day I would be making that decision on my own.

I was 16 going on 17, my boyfriend at the time was crap. He was abusive and manipulative, he though I would him since I lost my virginity to my first boyfriend a year before. He would call me a whore and would coerce and force me into having sex with him. After I found out about him cheating on me I went to the clinic, I was tired and I wanted to know I was okay, no STD's.

I've been with my boyfriend for four years and have lived with him most of that time. When I got pregnant, I immediately knew I wanted an abortion and he agreed with me. We aren't ready for children financially or mentally.

It was the night before my first day of being a senior in highschool, just sixteen soon to turn seventeen a few weeks later, when I finally decided to stop being in denial and take a pregnancy test. Turns out my worst fears were now reality. It's shocking, it almost takes your breath away.

I had an abortion at 17, and I know I made the right decision. I met a guy during my celebrations after finishing high school. He was from New Zealand, he was older, he was 19, he was my first real boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him.

When I was 18 I got pregnant. Abortion was illegal then and I couldn't find the back alley. The boy, his parents and my mother pressured me to get married. All the money I had saved for college went for maternity expenses.