Amber
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I can use a circular saw and not cut
off my fingers. Gasp! I can also use a sewing machine, oven, and very sharp
knives.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because at 5'5", and 110, apparently, I should have
been dead a long time ago without someone telling me when to eat. I'm not
anorexic. I'm healthy. Furthermore, I can walk without someone standing
over my shoulder, telling me which foot to put in front of the other to get me
through the day.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I have a son and am a damn good mother, but I
don't want any more children. It doesn't make me any less a woman. It's
about choice. On the other hand, I take all the necessary precautions to
ensure that I don't get pregnant. With all choices, there are
responsibilities. Brand new concept, I know.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I've made bad decisions in my life but I
don't sit around whining and crying. Now, at the ripe age of 30, I own my
own house and have a great job. How did I do it? Not by
whining. I pulled myself up by my own bootstraps and got on with life.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because when I'm told I can't, I do. There is
nothing in this world that I am incapable of and there is no person, man or
woman, that's going to keep me down by use of fear tactics.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I am not a piece of property to be owned,
bought, or won. No amount of money or other endowments can make up for
your lack of personality or conversation skills.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I don't seek revenge or vindication. I
believe that those deeds are for the desperate. I prefer to live well and
focus on my own existence than wasting another minute on someone undeserving.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I can dress up, look good, and still go home
alone. I cherish my body and the work I've put into it. I am not
going to be ashamed, wrapping myself in a Burka, because men can't deal with the
fact that I exist. Just because I look good, doesn't mean you have any
rights to my body or me.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I believe that romance is for the weak.
Sending me flowers just because that's what "women" like only limits me to being
"another woman". Flowers, chocolate, sappy cards will not make me lie down
and spread my legs for you. I'm not just another woman. I'm
different. Take two seconds to learn about me. Even then, I'm not
making promises.
I'm a Heartless Bitch, not because I am a woman, but because I am a human
with thoughts and opinions that I came up with all on my own.
Country: United States
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