Charo
I'm a single mom who only recently, after a SECOND try at a ridiculous marriage with a narcissist, realized that the only people on this earth who need to be happy (and whose happiness I am directly responsible for) are my daughter, and myself. And this realization has not only become my mantra, it was the moment I finally felt FREE. Free to be a little fatter around the middle than I was when I was 19. Free to have bad hair days, and shitty nails, and calluses on my feet. Free to smile if I feel like it, and roll my eyes if the asshole I'm listening to has caused this reaction. Free to be honest with others, and with myself. Free to never, ever have to answer the question "what AM I to you, anyway?" ever again. Free to stop worrying about how *I* was affecting some jackass, and to start taking responsibility for my own happiness.
I am an artist, I'm an amazing mother, I'm sexy and disorganized, I'm fabulously funny, I have a wonderful array of friends who love me as much as I love them, and I'm not a doormat. I'm determined to be the amazing woman my mother wasn't, the amazing woman I know I always have been, to give my little girl someone to look up to, and a goal to aspire to go BEYOND. I'm independent, I pay my own way, I have it all. One day maybe I'll meet my equal in the opposite gender - but it isn't, anymore, what I strive for.
Country: United States
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