It’s easier to throw shade my way and call me a bitch than it is to admit that you just can’t handle who I am as a person. Yes, I say whatever the hell is on my mind, I’m not afraid to state my own opinions and I always stand up for myself because being walked all over isn’t an option — that’s who I am. If you can’t handle the sass, it’s your own issue, not mine.
- I’m not a doormat. Just because I won’t let a guy — or anyone else, for that matter — walk all over me and take advantage of my kindness doesn’t mean I’m a bitch. It means I’m a grown woman who doesn’t accept rude and unacceptable treatment in my life. If you judge me by the way I stand up for myself when I’ve been mistreated, you should make sure your own doorstep is squeaky clean first. No one is perfect.
- If you read between the lines, I have the best intentions. I’ve never been about hurting anyone else for personal gain — it’s just not in me. If you took the time to get to know who I truly am deep down, you’d quickly learn that my personality isn’t bitchy at all; it’s just plain strong.
- Not all women were born to submit. Some women are soft spoken and demure, while others are rough around the edges. It doesn’t matter what you think about my character, so long as the core of me is good. I refused to be defined and trashed by someone who doesn’t even know what I’m all about and is only making assumptions based on a small part of the whole picture.
- The bitchiness you presume isn’t my only quality. There’s more to me than what you assume. If my opinion upsets you, leave it at that — there’s no need to call me a bitch, promiscuous, whore or any other name. It’s about time that women stop receiving these types of insults in general. I’m sick of being called and labelled a bitch because my personality is unique.
- I’m passionate about the things I care about. You seem to think that being passionate about the things I’ve learned about in my own life and expressing my opinions with great confidence makes me a bitch, but you’re wrong. Being passionate and confident in how I carry myself in life doesn’t mean I’m a bitch, it means you’re narrow-minded.
- I’m not a fall-down bitch. I’m not the type of woman who gets pushed down and stays there for anyone. I’m living and loving life for myself and I don’t let petty dirtbags get in my way. If calling me a bitch is what you need to do to make yourself feel like you’re superior, then have at it. I sleep soundly at night knowing that I don’t give a damn about your opinion.
- I show my sweetness in different ways. I’d rather come across as bitchy than fake with false sweetness — that isn’t who I am. I show my sweet side in different ways and you’ll need to pay attention to see them. I treat my friends, family and the men in my life with priority and care, and if you were willing to step up to the plate yourself instead of acting like a penis, you’d learn that not every book deserves to be judged by it’s surface layer.
- Yes, I do have a soft side. Beneath the woman you perceive as a bitch is a woman with a deeply soft and sensitive side as well. Like I said, if you took the time to get to know who I am instead of assuming the worst, you’d be pleasantly surprised to find that I’m actually a delight.
- I am who I am — deal with it. I’m not about to change just because some guy or anyone else thinks I’m copping an attitude when my demeanor doesn’t serve their ego- screw that. I’m not afraid to say what I want and be who I am because I know the right people who belong in my life will see who I am as a whole. I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea, but let’s get one thing straight: I’m not a bitch — you just can’t handle me.
