Why I Am Perfectly Okay With Being Labeled A Stuck-Up Bitch

“I have found peace with the fact that the way I look, behave, carry myself, and live my life just pisses people off, or threatens them for whatever reason.

Simply put, I am not for everybody.”

“But you know what? To be loved you have to be nice to people. Every day! But to be hated you don’t have to do squat!”

Homer Simpson

My mother taught me that being a good person was one of the greatest virtues of being a woman, next to being ladylike. My Christian upbringing was centered around being the Proverbs 31 woman of the Bible.

I was around nine years old when I realized that I wasn’t perceived as the kind-hearted, caring, compassionate little girl I thought I was; and was raised to be.

One Saturday, I found myself in a room amongst a group of girls whom I thought were my friends. Sitting alone, I noticed they all took turns looking at me and whispering amongst themselves. My little self was very confused. Why wasn’t I invited in their circle?

One of my friends broke the pow-wow. She walked up to me and relayed what they were all discussing.

“We think you’re mean and stuck-up,” she exclaimed. The other girls stood by and watched me, eagerly awaiting my response.

I was a very sensitive child who wore her heart on her sleeve. Being labeled anything but a good person bothered me to my little core. I couldn’t…