The most difficult decision of my life left me bleeding from severe anemia, hovering far too close to death. Yet even in that moment of fragility, my pain was taken and reshaped into something for others to consume. After years of therapy, years of tending to my health, years of crying myself to sleep, I hoped for understanding. Instead, my suffering was treated as spectacle.
To reduce my pregnancy — and everything it represented — to a joke is not only cruel, it is a reflection of a culture that has lost its humanity. A society that mock’s a woman’s deepest wounds reveals more about its own sickness than about the woman it targets.
What troubles me the most is knowing that those who laughed would feel a very different kind of grief if it were their own daughter being harmed, used, or exploited for entertainment. I was not simply struggling — I was left to the edge of death from severe anemia. Only then, perhaps, would recognize the cruelty they so casually endorsed.
This is the inhumanity we are living in. This is our sick society. I do not believe that pregnancy, miscarriage, or abortion are matters to be trivialized. Period.
Jennifer Nicole Nelson, Principal Designer
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