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Bitch.

I try to live my life based on a couple of principles:

1. Treat others as they treat you.
2. Do no harm. Take no shit.

It happens all too often that I'm told to "curb it", "calm down" and essentially stifle my fiery nature and have been labeled a bitch or bitchy. Why? Is it because I'm being strong and standing up for myself? Or because I believe I deserve better? Or is it because all of that makes you uncomfortable?

Curb it? No thanks. Not happening.

If you're going to be straight forward, rude or down right abusive with me, then do not expect me to sit back and take it. If you're bold enough to treat me that way, then by all means be bold enough to take it in return. If my standing up for myself gets me the label of "bitch", then GREAT! Y'all can get me a monogrammed bag with B-I-T-C-H on the front and I will tote it proudly.

I used to be apologetic about it and my mouth. While my mouth still gets me in trouble from time to time, I've learned that I don't need to apologize for being true to myself and a strong person. I've become a master in emails typed, but never sent and have learned how to (most of the time) keep my big ole mouth shut when it's really needed. Progress!

I've come to a place where I'm proud of the fact that I take no shit, so the term "bitch" in my world isn't a bad one anymore and I won't apologize for being one.







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