Bitchiness…. thankfully only women can be bitches. Men, sigh, they’d make a mockery of themselves if they tried.
What’s a bitch? I personally do not think that bitches are all bad. In fact, I take it as a compliment. There are women that spoil the term and give it a bad name.
These “bad” women are the nasty, evil-eyed, green-eyed monsters that go out of their way to wreck other people’s lives.
Then there are bitches; so labelled because we’ve reached further and climbed higher than most men and women thru sheer guts, will and determination. We are not mean. We are not evil or nasty. We don’t play games. We work hard and are no-nonsense girls.
I’m a bitch. So I’ve been told. But yet, it came as a compliment. I’ve never denied what I am. I’m a bitch and proud of it. I’m gutsy, I don’t take nonsense from anyone and I don’t play games.
But then, I suppose, even a bitch needs that shoulder to lean on. That one, very special, male that is man enough to love her, cherish her and support her. He’d be the only person in the world who’d see her softer side, who’d ever see her cry.
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