Welcome to /v/Childfree, a place for those who have chosen not to have children.
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[–] Ani ago
I grew out of playing Mommy pretty early, I suppose. The first time I really recall thinking that kids were definitely not for me, though, was in a 7th grade biology class. Our teacher made us watch a Nova special on the "miracle" of childbirth and I just remember sitting there in horror as this woman pushed forth this giant baby from her vagina. I made a vow that I would never ever ever ever do that to myself. Couple that with my shit childhood and it's no wonder I'm happily childfree.