Every year on this day my heart breaks for the 17 year old girl in me that had to make the toughest decision of her life. At the time I made the best choice I could for myself but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think about that day and what my life could have been had I made another decision. I hate myself for crying these tears and I’m not sure who I cry them for but I’m grateful for the choice that I was able to make for myself. I’ll probably always have these emotions about this day but that’s ok. I’ll survive. No matter the choices we make, abortions, adoptions or keeping the baby, stay strong ladies. ❤️