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You guys remember when people say sticks and stones may break my bones but words and names will never hurt me? Yeah, well, that’s complete bullshit. I’ve realized today that for 12 years, boys in my grade were teasing me about whether or not I was born in South Korea which I was. They kept asking me if I was born in North Korea or in China. They also made me question the real reason why my birth mom gave me up for adoption. So if you hear that I am happy about Roe v. Wade being overturned, please hear me out before unfollowing me. Imagine if you yourself were adopted and you thought that your mom put you up for adoption for you to have a better life. All of a sudden, you’ve found out that her original plan was to abort you. To never give you a chance at life. That’s something that scares me when I go to see my birth mother. I don’t know what to expect, but I know I don’t want to hear that she planned to abort me and never give me a chance to live. You can only live once.