here I make my stand

My body is my body.
It is not a fetus's.
It is not a lover's, a friend's, an acquaintance's.
It is not my parents'.
It is not my employer's.
It is not your religion's.
It is not the government's.
My body belongs to me and me alone.

When I was growing up, nothing was mine. I was forced to share everything I owned, which often resulted in broken toys, torn books, stolen clothes, and ruined blankets. All I had to my name was my body. It was my only possession and my sanctuary.
I treasure my body above all things, it is the one true thing that will always belong to me. If you violate this truth, then rest assured I will kill myself. Because my body belongs to me, and if I don't control it, then no one ever will. My body is my final stand.