I just kind of figured I’d deal with it if it came up. It was so not important to me at the time. Plus, they told me “could” not “will” so that made it even less of an issue.

It’s funny, when I got my abortion about 10 years ago, I was able to get it pretty easily, but I was still “informed” (10 years ago) that it could cause breast cancer and infertility.

Thanks!

I am 10 weeks and it’s only about an inch long... 8 weeks is about the size of a blueberry...

As someone who almost died giving birth, but was up and about and perfectly fine 10 minutes after her abortion- I can attest to this.

I agree. She seems to be doing well, so who am I to judge?

So, they make money from controlling her life, so they will never stop controlling her life.

My kid refuses to call his an anus or butthole or anything.

My kid: “Mommy! My testicles slapped my leg, I don’t like that!”
“This underwear hurts my penis!”

Me: “I’m sorry baby, but that’s how your body works/let’s get you new underwear/etc”

Oh I just meant, like when my kid pitches a fit, or says like “I like your squishy tummy mommy” or “I don’t want the green cup, I want the blue cup”

Amen. I think I’m a pretty decent mom, but I don’t know everything. Hell, I hardly know like 20% of ANYTHING. But, I do know the following:

This just makes me angry. Your child cannot advocate for themselves. Christian Science or naturapaths cannot provide for children. I respect religious beliefs (don’t agree, but respect it) but you cannot force your beliefs on others, especially the vulnerable.

My kid is the bees knees. So, I can’t ever regret my marriage, because he is just the best.

I think that’s how it’s gotten here too. I was extremely awkward as a kid, never deformed, hideous, but the normal braces/acne/stringy long hair/ no womanly figure. Until I hit college, then I found face care, make-up, braces were off. I learned to take care of myself.

I remember seeing a category of “Female Friendly” porn. It was a little more romanticized, a little less over the top, no subservience or shame, but the women were still that picture-perfect buxom fantasy.

I think most of my family tried to instill in me looks aren’t everything. That I was pretty too, etc etc. I admit that I went through a HUGE awkward phase and I’m not so unfortunate looking now. But, still not as pretty as my sister was, but that’s ok, I can deal with that.

That was my sister. She stole many a boyfriend from me, because she could. That’s it.

You know something I always tell myself? If there’s a type of porn of it on the internet, it can’t be all that bad.

I went through puberty late. And fast. So I know that feeling. My sister was the gorgeous one, (I was “the smart one”) who would love to tell me constantly that I was never going to be as pretty as her. Over. And. Over.

I think my now-husband is absolutely fucking gorgeous. He has his insecurities, but I can’t get enough of him.