Have You Found Your Person?

Have You Found Your Person?

She's more than just your best friend, she's your sister.

Everybody "has a person." A term coined by none other than the "twisted sisters" Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang of ABC's "Grey's Anatomy," your "person" is much more than just some random human being. She is much more than someone you occasional keep in touch with, or someone you only reach out to when it's convenient for you. She is much more than just your friend, or even your best friend, but instead more like your sister. You may not have known her the longest out of all your friends, but you certainly know her the best. You probably don't always give your person the recognition they deserve, but deep down you know you'd go completely insane without them.

Dear "My Person,"

Congratulations! You've earned the prestigious title of being my person, and I'm sorry to break it to ya, but now you're stuck with me forever. Here's the thing: I didn't ask for you, I didn't see you coming, and looking back I'm not even sure when you actually became my person, but now when I look at my life, I couldn't imagine it without you.

I should probably tell you thank you for at least some of the things that I actually am so grateful to you for, but would never tell you in person. So thank you for being there for me through it all – the good, the bad, and the really ugly. When I've gone through some of my worst days, you were there. You didn't even have to say anything. I wasn't looking for some incredible pep talk or advice, but just you being by my side to lift me up at my weakest was all the help I needed. Thank you for continuing to stay my best friend even after you've seen how much of a weirdo I am (and you're welcome for staying your best friend once I found out that you're even weirder than me). Thank you for never leaving when everyone else has. Thank you for never judging me. Thank you for telling me what I needed to hear, even when I didn't want to hear it. Thank you for keeping me grounded. Thank you for being my other half, my best friend, my sister, my person.

Let me put the sappiest stuff aside for a minute and talk about a real struggle that I've discovered throughout the duration of you being my person: doing things without you really sucks, for a lack of better words. No matter what it is, you're always down to do the craziest things that any other person wouldn't even dare to do with me. You're my fun friend, my down-ass b*tch, literally my partner in crime. I'm pretty sure we'll be 80 years old, sitting in our rocking chairs, drinking a $15 case of Natty Ice, laughing at all of the dumb things we've done and wondering how we never spent the night in jail together because of them.

When it all comes down to it, no amount of words could describe the unique relationship that we have, which is what makes it so genuine, and no amount of "thank-yous" could describe how grateful I am to have a best friend like you. You're the Cristina to my Meredith, the lime to my tequila (or the lemonade to my blue UV), the Kourtney to my Khloe, the best to my friend. Thank you times a million for being my person.

Hate you sometimes. Love you always,

Your Person

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Dear Mom, I Hope You Know

I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

Dear Mom,

I hope you know that I appreciate you.

You are the hardest working woman I know, continuously putting your family before yourself. Thank you for doing all of the tedious jobs that no one wants to do like keeping the house in order, cooking the food, and doing the laundry. Thank you for constantly putting up with my siblings and I. Thank you for always supporting us in our interests and hobbies. Thank you for investing in our daily lives and listening to our minor problems. Thank you for always loving us unconditionally.

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I hope you know I'm sorry.

I know I can be a big pain in the butt sometimes, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you, arguing with you, not listening to you, and making dumb decisions at times, but thank you for loving me anyways. Thank you for helping me stand back up, teaching me right from wrong, and pushing me to be the very best version of me.

I hope you know your love inspires me.

You live your life with a love that is contagious. Whether its nurturing love, tough love, friendly love, or romantic love, you have it all and you show it daily. The love you and Dad share is something I hope to find one day and the love you have for your family is evident in the way you constantly put us first.

I hope you know that you are my biggest role model and hero.

Ever since I was a little girl, you have been the person I have looked to in my life. You are strong, independent, confident, loving, supportive, and nurturing-- everything I strive to be as a woman and as a future mother. You give the best advice, even when I don't always take it. Though, I should know better by now because mothers always know best. Without you in my life, I honestly don't know where I'd be.

I hope you know that you are my best friend.

Not only are you my biggest cheerleader supporting me in everything I do, you are the person I talk to about everything, whether it's good or bad. I'm honestly so thankful for the relationship we share because I've had countless screwups and you literally give the best advice. Seriously, thank you for being the person I can count on at all times, at any time of the day or even night to just talk with. I mean we really do have some of the best conversations, best laughs, best cries (when needed), and the most fun watching cheesy chick flicks together or going on crazy shopping adventures.

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I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

I don't mean to make you cry or anything -- even though you probably already are, but I want you to know that when the time comes, I'm going to be there for you just like all of these years you've been here for me. I will be there to support you, talk with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and love you for all of my life.

Honestly, I can't really imagine my life without you -- but it doesn't matter because I wouldn't be here without you, so here's to you.

Thank you for being you.

Love you lots!

Your daughter.

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Yes, I Am A Female College Student, And Yes, I Am Pro-Life

You CAN be both.


As a twenty-something year old woman at a liberal arts college, I often find myself on the not-so-popular end of pro-choice or pro-life debates. And, if I'm being completely honest, I generally try to avoid those debates altogether. But this past weekend, some of my fellow students, three buses of students from my old high school (including my little sister), and millions of people from across the country marched in Washington D.C. and all over the country in support of the Pro-Life movement.

While I went twice in high school and found it to be one of the most formative experiences of my life (it definitely made the way into a few of my college admittance essays), I wasn't able to attend the march this year. But in solidarity with my friends and family, I want them to know - and the whole world to know - that they are not alone in their fight for life.

Growing up in 13 years of Catholic schooling, I never got to hear the opposing side of the Pro-Life debate. Sure, I knew what Pro-Choice was, but in all honesty, it was a kind of vague, somewhat demonized stance that I didn't understand. Major talk in devils-advocate scenarios were always the extreme cases that people make for abortion like incest or rape, not real-life (common) critiques that would be valuable to learn to talk about.

Coming to college - and a liberal arts, non-religiously affiliated one at that - definitely made me grow up pretty quick and realize that, at least it would seem like I was the minority opinion, not the majority. And as anyone who has led a sheltered life to be confronted with the world can attest: it was not a comfortable eureka moment. In my first year of college, I was faced with a decision: I, after 13 years of school and 4 years in a pro-life club, could slowly remove myself from the debate and remain quietly pro-life or I could change my opinion to be popular with my peers. While I am proud to say that I didn't conform to the latter, I'm not necessarily proud to say that I did the former either.

During my freshman year, I joined Butler's pro-life club, Bulldogs for Life. (Yes, when I say the name to people out of context, they tell me it's nice that I care about dogs, and are then generally turned off when I explain that it's pro-life.) It was a small club, with inconsistent meeting times, and only about 10 members at each meeting. I, reluctantly, admit that in that year I probably only went to about 5 meetings and didn't go to almost any of the "engagement" activities. I was scared. There was such a stigma about being pro-life that I didn't even know existed. It went from quickly from an argument and stance that I made primarily through religion, to almost not being able to utilize these lines of argument because the people I was dialoguing with didn't even adhere to the same religion as me. It wasn't until my junior year that I felt really comfortable talking to my peers about my beliefs.

While I've always been taught and raised to believe that I could do and be anything I wanted to be - regardless of my gender - I was confronted with the idea that because I didn't believe in a woman's right to choose to murder her own child before it was born, I was against ALL women's rights. People where implicitly arguing that I didn't believe that women had the right to control their own lives. I believe that a woman doesn't have the right to choose whether a child lives or dies. We would be horrified if a woman killed her infant baby a few months after birth, but people go on Women's Marches lobbying for the right to do the same a few months before the birth.

Moving from a part of the body to the outside world doesn't make someone human, and that's basically, in a crude nutshell, what the difference is between a baby being in the womb and not. I know that there are plenty of lines of debate about what actually makes someone human. That is not possibly a debate that I could write in an Odyssey article to satisfy anyone. What I can do is say I FIRMLY believe that a child is a child from the moment it is conceived by its parents, and that baby should have the right to live the same to any other human being like you and me right now.

I don't expect to change the world with this article. I don't even expect that many people to agree with me. But please know, all of you high school students who went on the March for Life: it WILL get harder. When you graduate and move on to college, you will be faced with a choice to stand up and stick to what you believe or to quietly wait on the sidelines. You may feel pressured to not voice or even change your opinion. I hope that all of you know - and all the college students too - that there are people out there that believe that women can have it all, and ALL their children can, too.

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