1. Perhaps I have been reading too much about this ‘War on Women’

    But, before I am anything else, I am a person, and I would like to have my bodily autonomy and health care issues treated as such.

    All of this makes me so tired. And sad.

  2. Regarding all this talk about Birth Control and The Like

    I don’t like to talk too much about myself online.

    I don’t like to talk about my health, full stop.

    But there’s a lot of scary stuff happening in Virginia, on the floor of our legislature, and around this country.

    Right now, like this very instant, I am in some pretty bad pain. I won’t say horrible, or searing, nauseating, or excruciating, because that is what the pain was like today at noon when I had to leave work early. But still pretty bad.

    Six years ago, when I was nineteen, I had a cyst the size of a softball removed from my ovary. Before I had that surgery, I was in searing, nauseating pain for nearly three months. Because no doctor at the university medical center would believe me that what I felt was worse than just “cramps” or “gas.”

    I passed out during church (I went to church back then).

    I had to crawl into an elevator because I couldn’t walk from the pain.

    And now that pain is coming back. It’s been sneaking up on me. But I’ve been afraid to go to the doctor. Afraid to face up to having been uninsured and unable to pay for medication for the last two and a half years, despite specific orders that I remain on birth control always and forever. Afraid to see a new doctor and explain what I KNOW is happening to me, because I remember what it was like to be dismissed. Afraid to remind my parents that I am currently on birth control, which they strongly disagree with, despite it being the tenuous shield that is protecting my health.

    All these legislators are arguing to try to take away my ability to own and control my body. It just makes me sick to my stomach. And I don’t need that right now.

    It is ridiculous enough that I am afraid to go to the doctor because my experiences tell me that I won’t be taken seriously without having to see headline after headline about how some old men are certain that I cannot possibly know what is best for my life and my body. Because none of this is about religion, it’s about making sure that I will never have the confidence to walk into my gynecologist’s office and say, “I’m 25, I don’t ever want to have kids, and this uterus and these ovaries have been nothing but trouble to me, please take them away.”

    I’m having a sonogram tomorrow, and hopefully some wonderful, understanding, feminist doctor will come and zap me with a magical laser and I will be okay forever. Because I just want my body back.

  3. EVERYONE

    EVERYONE
    STOP WORRYING SO DAMN MUCH ABOUT YOUR FIGURE
    YOU LOOK FINE.

    It makes me really freaking sad (working in the food service industry) seeing how many otherwise powerful, intelligent, successful women are completely crippled by their unhealthy opinions of their own bodies.

    I’m not saying you shouldn’t go to the gym, or be careful not to eat foie gras every night. But dammit, if you love food, then ENJOY it! If you want to be in better shape, do it! Work out, get fit. But do it because you want to get fit, not because you’re terrified of being considered worthless if you’re not.

    It sounds cliche, but it’s true that people like you better and think you’re more attractive if you’re comfortable with yourself and your lifestyle. And I doubt that you can be that way if

    “I’m never eating again, except protein and now ill be living at the gym… forever.”

    because your boyfriend thought someone skinnier than you (on TV, no less) was cute. That kind of reaction betrays the kind of poor self-esteem that makes me sad and angry.

    I’m sorry that the culture that we live in makes it so hard for women to like themselves. And I wish that the women I know who are great, talented, smart and good-looking could see beyond the barrier of “skinny” into the realm of “happy.”

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