I was 17 in the autumn of 1993. I lived in the quintessential “Small Town USA,” and even though my parents knew I was (or had been) sexually active, they were very much against oral contraceptives.

My dad molested me until I was 13. He didn't impregnate me but I believe growing up that way made it hard for me to say no. At 16 on a rare occasion when my boyfriend's mom was out we were looking forward to sex. I said no when he told me he forgot condoms, but he made me feel like shit so I said yes. I was later told I had no one to blame but myself.

I was thirteen years old, and I lost my virginity to a 23-year-old man I felt like I knew well. A friend of the family.

At the age of 15 was when I had my first abortion. Society has everyone think that we have no power over our own bodies and choices, and at 15 legally we almost have none.

I was seventeen years old and in an abusive relationship with a man who was twenty-five, enough said there! I got pregnant and thought to myself, I don't want to be tied to him for the next eighteen years and I also don't have any business trying to raise a child.

I studied political science in college, and somewhere along the way I chose choice as my main issue.