As a feminist I truly believed having an abortion would be the easiest decision I would ever had to make. I spent years declaring my support for pro-choice, a position which I still hold, however, what I never considered was how horrible the reality can be. Having the choice of an abortion is amazing and since having my abortion I have become an even more fierce advocate for easy to access, painless and quick procedures. But having to make the choice is rubbish. Having an abortion is a reminder that women often can't win, doomed if they do and doomed if they don't. Having an emotional connection to something you ultimately decide to get rid of has such a huge stigma from both sides of the debate, pro-choice insisting a fetus isn't alive and pro-life insisting that an abortion is somewhat equivalent to murder because it is a child. But what happens if you believe both? If you believe that a fetus is, or at least one day could be a child, but despite that you believe everyone still deserve a choice. A CHILD AND A CHOICE, as put by Maggie Nelson. My experience physically was tough and painful for one single day, but the emotional turmoil and pressure from both sides of the debate has been a lot more stressful.