None of us were close friends, but at that moment, I felt like we were sisters. Together, we tore apart the hideous posters. Then we moved to the privacy of the third floor bathroom, and some of the girls shared their own experiences with abortion. After class, our teacher was furious and demanded that we apologize. But by the time we faced Uglier Than and Sin our combined energy dwarfed them into the size of fetuses.
Abortion is an intensely personal issue, filled with shades of gray.
Abortion is not just a woman's issue, although it certainly becomes her problem once the man is out of the picture. And any pro-lifer who thinks a feminist goes to an abortion clinic, gets a fetus suctioned out of her and then returns to life as normal is sadly mistaken. When I see girls who had to drop out of my high school because they wouldn't have an abortion, I wonder if there really is a right decision. A girl from my class brought her baby boy to school one day. A gaggle of girls, myself included, took turns holding the smiling infant, cooing and generally making fools of ourselves.