“But it’s my body!” they will whine.
I like to pose a little situation. You’re up in a cabin in the high mountains, snowed in and without any phone but stocked with plenty of food and water. A lost child stumbles up to your cabin. Are you morally obligated to take in that child and feed and care for her for as long as it takes to get her back to civilization? Or are you allowed to turn her away to certain death, because “it’s my cabin, my food!”?
