Danielle
I have always been something of a feminist, but being a Heartless Bitch is new to me.
It all started when I was about 5 or 6 years old, and was offered a choice of cheese and onion or prawn cocktail crisps. I chose cheese and onion. But then my (male) cousin protested. I had taken the last cheese and onion bag which left him with only the (pink) prawn cocktail to choose from. My aunt then asked me to give him the cheese and onion packet, because really, it was unfair to him to be forced to eat out of a pink packet (she didn't actually say that, but the implication was there). I adamantly refused.
Why should I be the one to settle for less? We both wanted the same thing, yet it was determined by the colour of the bag and our respective genders. I was outraged.
Since then it has become my mission in life to point out the injustices of sexism, usually to the annoyance and dismissal of other. Not that I particularly care.
However until recently I've never had the confidence to carry off being a Heartless Bitch. I had a bad experience in my childhood (haven't we all?) and for a long time after that I apologised for living, and any confidence I did have came out of bottles.
Now I finally accept myself as valid and equal to everyone else, I no longer apologise for who I am, or what I think.
I now laugh at the people who used to intimidate me and bully me, and I finally have the freedom to be myself and live life according to my own terms.
Country: England
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