I have a natural right to do whatever I want with my body... as long as it doesn't affect anybody else or any other property.
Do we as adults have the right to make decisions about what we put in our own bodies and what we experience with our own consciousness without reference to the powers of the state, or must we seek permission from the state in order to explore our own consciousness?
My relationship with my body has changed. I used to consider it as a servant who should obey, function, give pleasure. In sickness, you realise that you are not the boss. It is the other way around.
I think all my work's been about how do women get back into our bodies; how do men get back. We're all disassociated.
We must respect women's personal decisions about their health, not dictate to them.
Nothing is more private than a woman's body; it is her physical, emotional, and moral citadel. She cannot be free at all if she is not free to decide for herself, in private, what to do with her body.
I certainly feel that an adult woman has a right to determine what happens to her life and body.
The human body is not lent out, is not rented out, is not sold.
Outlawing contracts for surrogate motherhood: French Supreme Court
Women deserve better. They deserve the freedom to make their own health care choices.
My daughters, your daughters, our daughters deserve safety, protection, and the freedom to make their own choices about their personal lives and their physical selves.
It's none of the governments business who comes to, in, on, or from my body.
The Feminist Me says that a woman's right to her own body should be inviolate at all times, free from fear of peeping paps.
Women and our right to choose were going to be challenged with Ashcroft around. When Bush appointed Ashcroft, I went out and got me four abortions. I stocked up. The doctor was like, "Listen, you're not pregnant." I said, "Hey, just shut up and do your job. I'm exercising my right while I can, dammit.
I come from a family of five women. I would never pretend to tell one of my sisters what to do with her body, and don’t want the Federal Government doing that, either.
A woman's body never really belongs to herself. As an infant, my body was my mother's, a detachable extension of her own, a digestive passage clamped and unclamped from her body. My parents would watch over it, watch over what went into and out of it, and as I grew up, I would be expected to carry on their watching by myself.
Loving, knowing, and respecting our bodies is a powerful and invincible act of rebellion in this society.
It is very frightening to see a resurgence of the old mores, or lack thereof, regarding women's rights to their own bodies.