Kim
I grew up with a ex-model mother, who was fired for weighing over 130
lbs at 6 foot. She vowed to live a healthy life, and so I grew up to a loving
"Be all you can be" mother. At 14 I cut my hair so it was spiked, hell it
was easier to take care of and it looked good. Not long later I discovered that
this, in a small town, was apparently a declaration of a change in
sexuality. I got notes calling me a dyke and other rude shit like
that. Senior year I began weight-lifting (not giving a damn about my
image) and I became rather "butch" apparently. My friends parents were
sure I was a lesbian, and during one fun school trip a lower classman told me
everyone knew I batted for the other team. That pissed me off.
I am not a physically violent person, but when you cross the line I WILL
let you know. So I tore into him. I do not care if you think I am a
lesbian, I do not care if you think I am fat, ugly, dumb or etc. I know
who I am and what I want. He made three mistakes. 1) He referred me
possibly being a lesbian in a derogatory manor. 2) Saying everybody knows
something, ANYTHING, is complete utter bullshit. Hell, not every US citizen
knows when the Civil War happened or why. Several people can't find
anything to agree on, so how can everybody be counted for anything. and 3)
He said he knew. Well he didn't, so he must have been retarded.
I am a Heartless Bitch, because I have goals. I have morals, and I
stand by them. My mother has begun to revert to her youthful "fat"
obsession and lately every time (and I do mean every time) I see her there is
some mention on my weight. She forced me on the scales not a week
ago. I love my mother, she gave me the backbone I have. And
sadly, I now have to use it against her. It is true that I am not
skinny, I have curves and meat on bones. I no longer work out and have a 6
pack, and I have to say I love it. I never had hips before and voila...
there they are. The point is, this is me... all of me... I love who I am
and I love what I stand for. I stand for female equality, and
independence. I realized at a young age that reading beauty magazines will
only make you feel ugly, so they are a waste of my time and money.
I am beautiful the way I am, no woman wearing Gucci Sunglasses and trying
not to fall on her ass on a icy hill in four inch heels is going to take that
away.
Country: United States
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