Well, I suppose that if I had to quantify it, it would be a number of things. Namely, my impatience with hypocrisy, sentimentality, and plain old-fashioned stupidity as well as my penchant for sarcasm and my extremely short fuse. But the one thing that really makes me a Heartless Bitch is my stubborn refusal to diet.
Now you are all probably thinking "What?" Let me elaborate. Back when I was in high school, which was not that long ago, I decided to go to prom with a good female friend of mine. After all, it was our senior year and neither of us had been. So what item is essential to senior prom? That's right, a dress. Picture me at 17, the skinniest I've ever been (size 14) shopping for a dress that would fit my images of prom (thank you John Hughes). I'm standing in one of those stores designed for stereotypical teenage girls full of puffy, sparkling prom dresses all ready to pamper the frou-frou girl in me when a sales girl comes up and says "I don't think we have anything in your size. Maybe you should go somewhere else." I was dumbstruck. I just walked away stunned.
I will always regret doing that. I should have told her to fuck off. Not very eloquent, granted, but I think it says everything I felt at the moment. I have struggled with my weight all my life and since that day I have promised myself never again. Never again will I allow myself to be treated like dirt by sales girls and waitresses. I'm having dessert, goddamnit, and if you look at me with disgust I will trip on your way to serve another table. In a society, where if you are female and fat and you refuse to diet or feel bad about yourself you are guaranteed a reputation as a "fat bitch".
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I stubbornly and consistently refuse not to be anything but fat, opinionated, and generally contrary to whatever it is I'm supposed to be.
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