Maybe I do not want children.
Maybe I am not ready to have children at twenty-four.
Maybe I want to experience the world, and embrace my freedom.
Maybe I am not ready to sacrifice my figure.
Maybe I have suffered from a miscarriage.
Maybe my miscarriage has resulted in me not being able to trust men or my body.
Maybe I am afraid I will not be able to love another person because my heart is so filled with love for my dachshunds.
Maybe my dachshunds don’t like children, and I am scared of how they will react.
Maybe I am selfish.
Maybe I have not found a man worthy enough of me carrying his child.
Maybe I enjoy being an aunt beyond your own imagination.
Maybe my nephew has been the perfect birth control.
Maybe I enjoy my life as it is.
Maybe I think logically enough to know I do not need a child right now.
Maybe I want to enjoy my youth.
Maybe children are the most expensive investment you will make.
Maybe I enjoy being able to go where I want when I want without extra baggage.
Maybe I don’t want children.