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This is me in my natural state.  Hair in a ponytail, unpainted nails, cup of coffee with way too much creamer, and just mascara.  Mom hardly ever wore make up growing up and she and Dad always said I was beautiful just the way I was.

At the moment I should be finishing school work but I can’t stop thinking about today at school and one of the classes I took.  Its a medical ethics class and we had to do a paper on a current event that has an ethical issue.  Practically everywhere you turn there are ethical issues – politics, science, religion, people in general.  I chose to write about the Women’s March and the March for Life.  Both of these marches did lots of things for a lot of people – some were inspired, some were enraged, some were just downright making fools of themselves.

Feminism is the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes.

At the Women’s March there were feminists in the street topless with children around, boobie hats, hateful signage about staying out of our beds/uterus.  I don’t understand what that has to do with equality for all, maybe I’m missing something?  I do believe the message that was intended was that women want equality in the work force, to be able to taken care of in a way that doesn’t infringe on their ability to live their lives sexually, and to be respected.  In my opinion, that isn’t how it turned out.  I was disappointed, but not surprised, how these women thought it was okay to get naked and scream with signs to people they didn’t know and don’t care to understand their policies.  Again, maybe I missed the point.

At the March for Life there were families that marched with their children and didn’t have to see nakedness around them.  There were some signs that had babies in-utero and even some that showed babies that were victims of abortion.  There were also feminists there that were able to say what they felt without showcasing their precious bodies to the world.  There was the march for everyone has a right to live.  Some people say it was about being pro-birth and not pro-life.  I don’t think there is anything wrong with letting a child survive and make their own way in life.  I was raised that if you were adult enough to lie down and have sex, you are adult enough to be pregnant and raise a family.  If you don’t want a baby – don’t have unprotected sex.

As I went into my ethics class I knew there were going to be some discussions about things that I don’t agree with but I can respectfully disagree and still be friendly with that person.  I’m one of the oldest in my class and I’ve matured a bit since I was fresh out of high school.  There were stories of stem cell research, brain dead individuals in comas, and women’s rights.  I would love to live in a world where everyone gets equal opportunities but I know the world just doesn’t work that way.  Are we oppressed as women? Absolutely not.  Are we mistreated? I don’t think so.  We live in America and are very fortunate to have what we have.  I don’t have an arranged marriage, I don’t have to worry about getting stoned to death because I looked at my husband wrong, I don’t have to worry about getting sold off as a child to a man 3 times my age.  I have the opportunity to go back to school at 30, start a career, own my own home one day, be able to get remarried if I find the right guy, I can do what I want when I want because I live in the land of the free!

I also have the legal right to kill my unborn baby.  Yes, I went there.  I stated that in my class and they didn’t like it. At. All.  “Its a fetus,” “a lump of cells,” and the list went on and on.  I began to shake so bad I thought I was going to knock my water over on my desk.  That is what they called their babies, the most innocent, the most vulnerable of our kind.  We were once those phrases that they so clinically called babies.  I asked them if there was a stray dog on the street that was pregnant with a litter of puppies would it be okay if we aborted that litter because that dog was miserable and didn’t want to have them.  I got death stares and comments thrown at me that would make your momma blush.  “Its not the same!  That’s so inhumane!”  So you can kill your own “clump of cells” but if that dog has had 3 litters in one year that could be severely damaging to her, we can’t help her?  The double standard is mind boggling.  Our teacher intervened and started the daily power point on the principles we were supposed to be studying.  It took me a half hour to get my heart rate down and my red face to subside.  Inside I was destroyed.  How can those mothers say that about what was once, their own baby?

I know that going into the medical field my faith will be tested, over and over.  I pray that I will have the strength to help people and not judge them for what they are doing.  I hope that some people’s minds were changed when they saw the little coverage on the March for Life.  I hope the girl going to the abortion clinic will turn around when she sees those “crazy religious people” praying the rosary for the babies lost at the abortion clinics.  I pray that God will lead people back to the faith and have their eyes opened about what a precious miracle lies within those beautiful round bellies.  Every. Life. Matters.