Be the bitch.
Go ahead. You know that, deep inside of you, there is a bitch waiting to come out. And she’s you. The real you. The “screw you, I’m going to be all I can be,” girl, who is tired of running scared.
You see, she’s not really a bitch. Bitch is a word used by weak, frightened people to keep us from success. It’s the word we use to excuse our inactivity. “…I don’t want to be a bitch…”
BE. THE. BITCH.
When the world insists that you fit in, sit down, shut up, and conform to the masses’ idea of womanhood, FLIP IT THE BIRD, and keep on dancing. Preferably on a table. In a bikini. And smirk at the jealous girls.
If you won’t be the bitch, I guarantee, you WILL be the doormat. The nice girl who wakes up in a nursing home one day, and realizes that she never really lived. She just drifted, ruled by the whims of a culture that dehumanizes women. And you will be jealous of the woman you remember. The friend, or enemy, who threw caution to the wind, and took up hunting as a pastime, or had 12 babies, population growth be damned.
So, today, I am begging you. Stop looking outside yourself for your self worth. If you get bad service, COMPLAIN! If you’ve always dreamed of a nipple piercing, get it! Buy those 6-inch stilettos, and work it! Toss the pills, and stop waiting for the “right time” to live your dreams. Accept no substitutes for your dreams. Don’t live someone else’s vision of the perfect life. (Especially not mine. You can’t have it.) Become the woman you most admire.
And if the world doesn’t like it, if your friends and family disapprove, smile, and remember: You’re THE BITCH! And it’s great to be free.