Michellezb
I was always an aspiring Heartless Bitch, but I sometimes went about it wrong. Now in my twenties, I have a few more things figured out. Bitches-in-training make mistakes on their journey to Bitchdom, and here are just a few of mine:
Before, I thought being a Bitch meant insulting men, just to be funny. Now I know that being a Bitch means not taking crap from anyone, men or women, but also not dishing out crap. I give respect and tolerance when it is due, but I don't budge an inch for anyone.
Before, with the best Bitchy intentions, I wanted to win arguments--using whatever tactics. Now, my true Bitchiness comes out because I have opinions that I try to back up with reasonable evidence, and I'm not afraid to say them and stick to them.
Before, I wore high heels. My stilletos cruelly pierced weak hearts: that was the source of my feminine power. Now, I wear flats and love them. I have more real power with my heels firmly planted on the ground.
Before, I used my sexuality against men. Now, I know my sexuality is not a weapon.
Before, I thought a Bitch rejected men. Now, I happily accept love on my own terms.
I have learned that it is okay to insist on my own boundaries. I have learned that it is okay to feel RAGE sometimes.
I am tired of: whiners; men who play emotional games and the women who put up with them again and again; "women's" magazines; "nice" guys who are actually huge jerks; phoney, pretentious people; people who cannot punctuate.
I like myself: my interests, my opinions, my body, my mind. I have moments of doubt, and I have problems I have yet to solve. But I know I will make it because I am a
HEARTLESS BITCH.
Country: Canada
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