Kat
I not only learned via personal experience the difference between
Nice Guys and Good Men; I simultaneously learned the difference between being a
Nice Girl and a Good Woman. The more sick and tired I became of the
assholes who put me through hell, the more my eyes opened to my own behaviors
that attracted these people into my life; not to mention the hell I meanwhile
doled out to others.
The path from "Innocent Victim" to "Bitter Bitch" to "Reasonably Sane" was
probably the most difficult one I've traveled to date. I came to love the
Bitch in me, instead of loving myself in spite of being a Bitch. "Bitch"
has always been a name directed at me with some frequency. I used to
take offense, even burst into astonished tears. Then I realized that much
of my strength is derived directly from the assertive, honest, confident
characteristics in myself; characteristics that threaten many others, which is
why they will label one as a Bitch in a derogatory manner.
I've taken pride in being a Bitch for years; I can't count how many times
I've genuinely thanked others for giving me such an honorable title. I
strive to keep a balance of compassion for others and still take care of me
first. Compassion doesn't mean condoning, however. Sometimes the
most compassion we can show ourselves and others is to be 100% blatantly honest,
no matter how undesirable it may be to hear the truth. If looking out for
myself and caring enough about others to give feedback makes me a Heartless
Bitch, then I am proud to wear the name; and the T-shirt.
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