Randa
I spent the first twelve years of my life (at this point, the majority) being polite and friendly and accommodating and basically a doormat throwing myself in the path of everyone else just to make their next few steps a little easier. This isn't the Heartlessly Bitchy part.
It didn't help, of course, that I grew up in Georgia where all the little girls are trained to be princess bitches- not the good kind, the I'm-putting-you-down-to-feel-better-about-myself kind.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because eventually, finally, finally I rose to the challenge. Finally I got tired of being pegged as "loser" and started wearing my Hole shirt to school. (Sad as it sounds, this was a big deal at the time. Believe it or not, I was quizzed on my Hole knowledge and therefore my right to wear the shirt. Ah... middle school politics.) Finally, when the princess bitches started picking on me, I looked 'em full in the face and said, "Could you go away now? I don't want to talk to you." Finally I stopped trying to make myself better to fit everyone else's standards, because finally I realized I was damn well pleased with myself.
And then I moved away, and realized there's no point in staying in a bad situation if there's something you can do about it. Big epiphanies for a 14-year-old.
Anyway... short version, I became a Heartless Bitch when I stopped taking shit, when I realized that my personality, my opinions, my ambitions are fine by me and nothing else really matters, and when I stopped being afraid to say it.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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