My idea of a fairytale then is much different from the fairytale life I dream of now...

I was a 22 year-old college senior. I had been on the pill since I was 17 and I was pretty used to it. The guy that I was seeing and I broke up in November and in December went home for winter break.

In 2012, I was 18 years old, a freshman at the University of San Francisco. On November 07, 2012 I found out that I was pregnant by my high school boyfriend of 2 years. As I stood there in Walgreens bathroom staring down at the pregnancy test, I couldn't register what I was looking at.

I have had two abortions: the first when I was in my early twenties and newly married, the second when I was about 5 years older.

I was 14 years old, and I was raped. He was more than twice my age, and he was my then boyfriend's older brother. I'm from a severe Catholic family, so I knew that they wouldn't understand.

I was 23 years old. Roe vs wade had just passed. I was pregnant and could not disgrace my parents. I am not sorry.