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Thoughts on the Golden Globes


It's going on a week since the Golden Globes awards. There were several memorable moments but the one that stayed heavy on my heart is Michelle Williams acceptance speech.

I've been pro-life my entire life. I use to be very vocal about it until one time I fell victim of harassment. I work at a public university. The 13 years of working in higher education have opened my eyes to a diverse population of people. I loved every single moment. I love learning about different cultures, families, and beliefs. I love hearing other points of view and respecting them even though they might not align with mine. I always thought I would receive the same respect I was giving.

I use to have a "Pray to End Abortion" bumper sticker on my vehicle. I bought it in Arizona when I visited my friends while they attended missionary school to evangelize to young Catholics in my early 20s. That bumper sticker represented more than my views on abortion. That trip to Arizona was my first time flying, first time taking a trip without my parents outside of Texas, and my first time meeting Catholics my age on fire for our faith. Yet someone who didn't respect private property much less my view on abortion decided to take it upon themselves and rip it from my vehicle. When I got out of work that day and saw the damage done I was stunned. No, I didn't report. No, I didn't tell anyone. I kept it to myself.

Fast forward to Sunday while sitting in the living room hearing Michelle Williams speech and seeing so many women applaud her selfishness left me stunned once again. This time instead of staying silent I decided to express my thoughts on my blog.

Why do I feel that Michelle Williams speech was selfish? Honestly, the first thought I had was that it was a slap in the face to every single woman who's struggled with infertility.

What a luxury to stand up in front of everyone and say that you chose to kill your child to further your career? I've had a fair share of friends who have struggled with infertility. I've never felt so helpless as a friend. How do you tell them that God has a greater plan? How do you reassure them that maybe next month it will happen when you truly don't know if it will? How do you ease their pain when they go through another miscarriage? How do help when they have to get their uterus removed and have to face the reality that their desire of carrying a child in their womb will not happen?

To hear Michelle Williams speech in name of feminism yet not taking into account the many women who unlike her go month after month hoping that the miracle of life will happen in their womb broke my heart. It broke my heart for her, for her children, and for every single woman who is disconnected to the reality that life begins in the womb.

These emotions are still heavy on my heart especially struggling with my desire for motherhood. I also pray for women in my shoes who live with the desire of motherhood yet are slowly reaching the age that makes the reality that it might not happen to us. Who instead settle with enjoying moments with nieces or nephews. Who stand up for all children especially in the womb and yes even stand up for aide for the children once outside of the womb.

Lastly, I pray for all children. Refugees, abused, hungry for food, hungry for love, the ones in the womb, but especially for the ones who will be ripped from the comfort of their mother's womb all in the name of choice.

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