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U of Iowa Alum. Political Science Enthusiast. Human Rights Advocate. Body Modified. Dancer. Partier. Atheist. Football Lover.
Movie Obsessed. Worry Freak. Flavorful Cook. Laugher.
Lover & Fighter. Always Passionate.
Oh, atheism is my choice. My grandma wasn’t really religious. She was agnostic. She didn’t know and she didn’t really care. When my aunt would take her to church her exact words after were “well, I got nothing out of that.” while still inside the church. Lol. Feisty woman. My mom, aunt and uncle are religious, however, they only go to church sometimes because the men they married are super religious. They always believed, but didn’t get intense until their marriages. I hated god when I was a child because I thought he was the reason my dad died, then I was obsessed with god for about 6-7 years, then I really began to know myself, question my beliefs, and figure out what I wanted to do in this world. It was solely my choice. My mother still likes to think I believe and would still drag me to church, until I blew up in the middle of a church on Easter when the priest started going on about Christianity saving Africans. (I’m a human right advocate - who studied and focused on sub-Saharan Africa). It infuriated me. Now she just thinks I’m still mad at god because of my dad’s death and I continue to tell her that I can’t be mad at something I don’t think exists. Lol.