Tracy
Action, not words. Alacrity, not apathy. Enthusiasm, not
indifference. Authentic, not spurious.
I refuse to become a cliché in a shitty Lifetime Television for Women
episode.
Once, I almost paid the ultimate price. I almost sacrificed myself for a
person to convince myself that in return, I would be loved. Blah blah blah
fucking blah.
I hate the term battered woman. It's too evasive. It's too jarring. It's
all too real. I refused to believe that I was a battered woman. I confused
iniquity as mere weakness. Maybe because I fought back too. I scratched and
swung back when I could. I lived with shame...a shame that stripped me naked,
bared my empty soul, and brought me to my knees. More blah blah blah fucking
blah.
Yank the goddamn broken record off the fucking player.
And now?
Fuck shame.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because my old shame is my source of
strength.
Dare to strike out. Dare to be different. Fuck anyone that says, "you
can't.." Fuck anyone that dares strike another person and then sleeps at night.
Screw inequity. Screw the status quo. Just fucking do something. Take
responsibility for yourself. Hell, I did and now I live with a two-by-four
stapled to my spine. I live unapologetically.
Today, my world is black and white. Welcome to my fucking world...now let's
go kick some fucking ass.
Country: United States
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
| 
