Leah
I'm a Heartless Bitch because for me, being a gelatinous lower life form was never enough. In my case, being a "Heartless Bitch" has been a fact of life since I was 14 years old; I am 19 now. Whenever I attempted to differentiate myself from a meek, friendly doormat, I was given the "ball buster" badge. It was a symbol of pride for me, it separated me from the timid and more accessible girls who acted as cheerleaders for egotistical playground bullies.
My Bitchitude has root in contempt for the average "Yes person" who cannot seem to evolve with the rest of us enough to have a fused, flexible, multi-vertebrae spine. This is especially true of women, who have long been socialized to take up as little space as possible, to speak softly and carry a lipstick, and to be apologetic for the atrocious act of holding and expressing an opinion. So when someone like myself comes along, who is unapologetic for taking up space, speaking my mind, and making loud declarations about what matters, it can shock the complacent. Wouldn't go so far as to label it a revolutionary act, but if enough Heartless Bitches make enough noise, it might drown out the uniform mouth-breathing of the self-satisfied and submissive. That's why I'm here, to speak loudly and put my spine to good use. The force of enough Heartless Bitches standing straight and tall under all the weight of bullshit and mediocrity might inspire some folks to get cracking on growing their own backbone.
Country: United States
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