Let me start out with a simple sentence guaranteed to make small minded individuals click away and spew hate comments on my article:
I am a female millennial and I am Pro-Life.
Now that that's out of the way, hello to whoever stayed, and thank you for hearing out a different opinion.
Yes, you did read that right. I am in my early 20's and not Pro-Choice. When most people my age hear "pro-life", the first thing that comes into their heads is crazy bible thumpers screeching about going to hell if you have an abortion. Being Pro-Life is so much more than that, and typically more respectful than that. It's true that the never-ending abortion debate is high on the agenda, but it isn't the only thing.
Against what you may think, being Pro-Life is actually a way of being Pro-Woman. It may be easy to assume that Pro-Lifers want to limit choices and "control a woman's body", but that couldn't be farther from the truth. The main mission of the Pro-Life community is to give unborn human beings the right to life. This also opens up another debate, that fetus' are not people but rather a clump of cells. This is true and false at the same time. While a fetus may not be an actual "person" yet, it is much more than a clump of cells. The heartbeat of a human fetus actually starts beating after 3 weeks, or 1 day after fertilization. A heartbeat, just like you and I have, and so many people are open to stopping that new heartbeat.

The main reason I write this article is that I have faced countless debates both in person and online about why I am Pro-Life. I have been called any and every name under the sun and still continue to stick tried and true to my beliefs. I am a product of adoption. I don't know a lot about my birth parents, but I can say with certainty that they didn't want a child when they had me. I was adopted 2 days after being born and was raised knowing that my parents I call Mom and Dad have no blood relation to me. I've always been very open with the fact that I am adopted and actually did my first school presentation about some of the gruesome abortion procedures when I was 12 years old. Being an adopted child is part of my identity, but the thought that I could have been very easily aborted is always at the back of my mind. Because of my history and identity, I am a complete advocate for choosing life. I will not apologize for that and I will never be ashamed of that. I am thankful for the life I have been given, no matter how difficult it may be at times. My heart breaks to think of how many lives have been taken during abortion procedures.









