i was 18. despite the "usual" rhetoric (which i think sometimes is more rhetoric than fact) it wasn't a hard decision, it wasn't a life changing decision.

i am 1 in 3.

the school system in which i was enrolled offered absolutely no sex-education. i was raised by my grandparents after my mom died.

i was 12 when i first became pregnant. i had just lost my virginity and had moved with my father. i was used to guys making advances at me, as i had just recently began to grow a body.

i'm 22 years old and about to start my fifth and last year of college. i broke up with my boyfriend a little more than 2 weeks before i found out i was pregnant.

my husband and i have a son together who is still an infant and we are still young and figuring our lives out.

the first time i got pregnant i felt like my life was over. i felt like my heart went down to my knees. but, i knew i was not ready to have a child.