In my teens I was not a Heartless Bitch. I was sassy and sarcastic, and never put a boyfriend above my friends, but was not a Heartless Bitch.

In my twenties, I thought being a strong feminist meant treating men the way they had been treating women for centuries. I used, abused, slept with, and dumped lots of men to prove I didn't need any of them. Luckily, I got over that. Treating others badly does not make you a better person. Or a true Heartless Bitch.

Now in my thirties, I am sure people see me as a Heartless Bitch. I say what I want, even if you don't want to hear it. I tell you how I feel, especially when you don't want to hear it. I stand my ground and don't let anyone push me around, because bullies suck and will never stop unless you make them. I am smarter than most people, and am not afraid to beat you with your own stupidity. I don't hate men. I don't love all women. I take responsibility for my own actions. And I love my husband. Although I will set his ass on fire if he ever cheats on me. And he knows it.

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