On Becoming a B_Tch

Disillusioned fairy tales have blinded our vision. No longer would Cinderella be the belle of the ball, for her appearance is unkempt and her a_s has grown wide. Prince Charming ran away with Barbie after finding out that she can't reproduce— and, yes, the size of her ****. Who cares if she can fend for herself as long as she looks good in a bikini? Reality as a woman has changed. Women grow hard. Women evolve. They learn not to give in to those feelings of betrayal. A strong woman is so much more than she used to be. A strong woman reads Cosmo, takes on 2 jobs and therapy once a week, holds down the fort- alone, and pleases herself without any help. Her emotions are a roller coaster of "Who am I?"'s and "Why can't I be loved?"'s. She longs to be held, but not at arm's length. She is wise She is tough She deserves respect, encouragement, reassurance, and although she secretly takes pride in the title— NEVER call her a b_tch.