I am no stranger to the word “bitch”. I use it in casual conversation, mainly because my vocabulary is littered with cuss words (sorry, Mom). I’ve been called bitch on a handful of occasions, seriously and playfully. When someone looks you directly in the face and calls you a bitch, it’s not very nice. I get a heavy, sick feeling in my stomach and immediately regret whatever I had done or said to deserve that comment. But why am I so afraid to be called a bitch?
I’m frustrated with being afraid of being called a bitch. I’m frustrated with holding myself back because of that fear. I’m assertive, I’m confident, and I know what I want. I shouldn’t need to apologize for saying exactly how I feel or hold myself back from asserting myself.
“Bitches get stuff done.” – Tina Fey
“Just because I have my standards, they think I’m a bitch.”
– Diana Ross
“I’m tough, ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, OK.” – Madonna
“Better bitch than mouse.” -Ruth Bader Ginsberg