I think I’m a bitch. I don’t mean one of those women who goes around purposely being rude and is proud to be labeled a bitch. But I came across this and somehow it seems to fit.

“Bitchology”

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won’t compromise what’s in my heart.

It means I live my life MY way.

It means I won’t allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone’s maid, or when I act a little selfish.

It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won’t become anyone else’s idea of what they ‘think’ I should be.

I am outspoken, opinionated and determined.

I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that.

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of inner beauty I hold within me – You won’t succeed.

And if THAT makes me a bitch, so be it.

I’ll embrace the title and be proud to bear it.