I was never the type to call myself a Heartless Bitch, not because I feel it is negative, but just because I was just being myself and I really didn't think that would be the description used for me being me. Then I started getting closer to my extended group of friends opening up a little more, being more myself, and I repeatedly was told that I was either Heartless or a Bitch and in rare cases both. When this started coming from friends, family, lovers, basically anyone who was close to me I had to look at why they were calling me this and if I had a problem with it. I decided I didn't.

I am who I am and that is more than I can say for the majority of the people who were calling me these names that were meant to hurt me or make me question myself. I was being honest, making decisions that made me happy, not letting anyone especially guys pull the sheet over my eyes or try and tell me what I wanted or needed. I was finally seeing through other people's ulterior motives and either telling them about it or not dealing with them. Take it or leave it and I said it all with a smile on my face because they couldn't deny that I was right, all they could do was sit back and call me a Heartless Bitch and I would say with the same smile, "I know. Thank you".

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