I love me first.
Why the fuck not???
Is it because it means you’re “a bitch?”
I’ve been called a bitch more times than I can count.
It’s my badge of honour.
Don’t like me? Good.
Because that’s on you, not me.
I’m really good at finding the part where it hurts.
I’m good at pushing buttons and making people react.
But I don’t do it to be mean, nasty, or harsh.
I do it because I want more for you.
I want better, bigger, bolder.
I want it for me, you, the next generation, and every generation beyond that.
I’m sick of living with the bullshit.
I get a twisted little kick when someone says “my ex doesn’t like you, he thinks you’re getting in my head and turning me against him” No sweetheart. It’s not me he hates, it’s losing his grip on you that he hates. He just hates that I’m the one that’s showing him for what he is.
Why do we need to hide?
Why do we need to shy away?
Why do we feel the need to play small?
Live to someone else’s expectations?
Wait until we’re “allowed” before we jump?
Not any more, and not on my watch.
Being a BITCH is not a bad thing.
Not when you’re Bold, Intelligent, Tenacious, Creative and Happy.
We get to decide how we do what we do and when we do it.
It’s time that we become all that we are.