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Why Does Everyone Want to Control my Uterus?!

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I’m so sick of reading when I should and shouldn’t have baby. Of why I can and can not abort a baby if I’m not ready (or my body is unable to go through with the process). Or why having a baby early will help my career (which, in my mind is the worst reason of all. If I’m not ready to have children…I will not be having them). So back off world, you have not had to take care of my body for the past 23 years. You do not know the pains I went through at a young age, or the awkward moments.

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So, I’d appreciate it if you kept your commentary to a minimum.

Normally I wouldn’t care, I’d take the talk-about-it-all-you-want-but-I’ma-do-what-I’ma-do,-kay?- approach. But that doesn’t seem to be working.

With more people crawling to the interwebs to give their input on what my lady business parts should be doing it’s starting to become a harder battle to fight. At first, sure, it was easy when it was me against 10 trolls…but now they’ve seem to have multiplied- dragging more influential people into their dungeon..er to their side.

So this is my final plea: As a 23 year old educated woman living on her own, I feel compelled to tell you that I will do what I want to do with my body. I do not appreciate your suggestions, quips, or “hysterical” memes, dictating what I should do with my body. It is not a privilege, it is not something that needs to be voted on. It’s my body, and I will do with my baby maker as I please.

Lets leave it at that, no more comments, no more meetings held in large halls and no one telling me what I can and can’t do with my body. My great grandmother didn’t burn her bra because she needed to keep warm, and we shouldn’t put up with this crap just because old white men think they know what’s best for the female body.

Okay. Mini rant done. Stop talking about my lady bid-nas.

Who wants to be grown up anyway?

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I thought I would have at least a couple of years after college. I mean, I’m still in the kid mentality…stay up late, eat sugar, run around, then crash. That has to mean something right?

Just because I move out doesn’t mean I have to grow up right away…or does it?

Now that I’m five months out of college it seems everyone around me has begun their decent into adulthood, something I’m not ready to tackle…not in the least. I’m still  using the microwave to cook all of my meals, refusing to brush my hair, over accessorizing every chance I get, and wearing patterned tights with patterned dresses.

I don’t want to grow up and be responsible, I want to live a carefree life of peanut butter sandwiches and not caring if my shirt and pants match. I’m afraid that once I start moving toward adulthood I’ll lose the me that has always made me…well me.

Maybe it’s the pom poms on my shoes, or the bright pink bow in my hair, but gosh darn it I’m not ready to grow up. And I am prepared to kick and scream my way to avoid  just that.

Does this make me less of a girl?

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Okay, I understand the tradition with white wedding gowns, and back in the day this was usually your last nice dress. But, we’re in the century where people drop about three g’s on a cocktail dress..nevermind the 10,000 dollars they drop on a dress they wear once.

I guess what I’m getting at is, I don’t understand the need for these insanely expensive dresses. I’d rather go put a down payment on a nice car, or I don’t know..a house?

But then again, this is coming from a girl who would be perfectly fine with running away to Las Vegas to get married. Someone as graceful as me should never be forced to walk down a long aisle, in a long dress, while people just stare. It’s  asking for some disastrous trip, rip my dress, then fall into that one creepy uncle’s lap that everyone has.

So does it make me less of a girl that I would be happy getting married in jeans and a t-shirt so long as it is to someone I love? I don’t want a huge party filled with fancy dresses and people I haven’t seen in years. I’d be much more content lounging by the pool afterward instead of making idle chat and hearing what a “blushing bride” I am.

Thanks, but I’m set on that.