Victoria
The road to embracing my inner Bitch began about five years ago. Since that time, I use my Bitchdom for both good and evil in the name of self preservation. I believe that a true Bitch is woman enough to know when, and how to use her power appropriately. A Bitch (even a Heartless one) is never mean just for the sake of being mean; then she's a cunt. But I digress.
Five years ago I was one of THOSE girls. You know the kind of girls I'm talking about. That simpering, pitiful, tear stained femme twat who boo-hoos over her bastard of a man, expects her dirty world to be cleaned by everyone else around her, and lives each day wanting to transform herself into a real life Ally McBeal.
In retrospect, I was everything that I despise now.
I was forced to sit my ass down, do some dirty, ugly work. I had to hear some shit about myself I didn't like, and suck it until it made me a better person.
But I came through it stronger, self reliant, and in charge. When I want something, I see to it that I have it. If I don't like something, I do something about it. I'm no longer a helpless victim. I don't stick my ass out so people can kick it. I'm a Bitch, I take care of myself and get what I need.
I can walk away from men. I don't need them to validate me. Quite frankly, I don't need them for anything. I enjoy men. But no man is all things. I'm proud I believe that and pity women who don't.
Since my epiphany, I have cleaned house of the women who still subscribe to the Pussy Pity Party Club. There's no time to tolerate endless tales of why he didn't call and why there's nothing anyone can do about it. I have a life to live. To live it fully, you have to be a Bitch.
Country: United States of America
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