By all accounts, I appear to be a completely average 27-year-old female. I was never the kind of person who thought I’d champion for individual rights or equality.** Sure, I believe in it, but I’m not the stereotypical “Occupy” protestor or gay rights advocate.**
On the outside, I look like many of my peers; I wear skinny jeans and Abercrombie. I play on my iPhone, Facebook and Twitter. I tend to blend seamlessly into the background of average female faces.
However, I realize that my life as a typical twentysomething will not last long. As time goes on, I will start to become more and more isolated from my peer group as my secret comes out.
You see, I don’t want children.
At first mention, this might seem like a minor comment. However, it is a choice that I feel has alienated me from my peers and will continue to do so as I creep toward middle age. The realization that I am somehow different is how I found myself standing up for my own personal beliefs and, along the way, championing equal rights for all.
. . . I have a hard time identifying with people who do have children and have felt the brunt of many of their judgments. I have been called selfish and materialistic. But I don’t believe that I am selfish by any means for making this responsible choice. It would be far more selfish to have a child for the wrong reasons.
. . . Are two people raising their offspring in an environment of anger, violence or poverty better people than my husband and I, whose house is filled with happiness and love?
I want people to know that writing this essay is the boldest thing I have ever done in my life. I** realize that by publishing it, I run the risk of being ostracized and alienated by many people. That’s OK. It is a risk I am willing to take.**