So True...

I got this in an e-mail from my mom this week - I think that it pretty much describes my life to a "T" right now - sorry for all of you out there that may be offended by the word bitch... but I think that it means a lot to keep the word in and not use b*%#! in its place.

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 beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.

And if that makes me a bitch,
So be it.

I embrace the title and
Am proud to bear it.

ETA (part two, even though it is before part one) - I am taking the word bitch here as a total compliment. There are definitly times in your life when being one is not good, and has a negative connotation, but when it means standing up for what you believe in, your morals, your way of life - and people just don't like that about you and call you a bitch - well, to me, that is there way of saying that the 'bitch' in question is a strong person, and they can't deal with it. I have basically been called a bitch a couple of times lately by the ex, and I almost get an emotional high from it, because I know that I am a stronger and smarter person than he will ever be. I think that this is my last ETA for this post.

ETA - Last night I was talking with my mom on the phone. Maybe it was Saturday - no - pretty sure last night... she said the best thing that I think a mom can say about her daughter - that she is proud of me and that she thinks I am a great person (she also said that about my little 'bro, but I digress)... that means so much to me - heck - I am getting teary eyed writing this. All I can say is that life growing up wasn't easy - but it is my mom that helped make me who I am today - someone that she can be proud of. Gosh - must go or I will really cry. I love you Mo (and John too).