I was 19, went to a clinic to get on the birth control pill (this was 1971, pre Roe days). The clinic Dr found a mass in my breast,so I had to have surgery.

I've always been pretty proud of my relationship with my body. I listen to it, I love it, I touch it, I know it. At least until my nurse told me that I was pregnant.

I was 15 when I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't understand it, how the hell could this have happened to me?

In 1974 I was having some physical problems that made it necessary for me to stop taking the pill.