I Hate Pretty Women

I hate pretty women that are insecure.

Now that I have your attention bear with me as I explain.

Pretty women that are insecure and don’t recognize the power they have make my blood boil because I want to know who hurt them. Insecurities are taught and embedded in every pore and cell in a person’s body—so who hurt you (EM DASH IS NOT A SYMBOL OF AI, FIGHT ME)?

Who was that first person that because they didn’t like what they saw in the mirror, forced their insecurities on an impressionable girl who was too young to have a foundation of confidence to protect her?

Was it your mom? Dad? Sister? School mate? Random person in a store’s dressing room area? The Patriarchy?

Who squashed your ability to see what is truly in the mirror’s reflection?

Personally, I think the right answer is all of above because society has taught women that they need to make themselves small in order to fit into their role.

However, we then have the other side of the coin: women who know their worth and understand their power. Beauty isn’t just physical, remember that.

Powerful women make literally everyone’s blood boil. Why? Because confident, empowered women do not need anyone else to spoon feed them a false sense of worth that is based on how others perceive them.

So when it comes to being a hater, who can take the medal from me? Men and women whose entire sense of self is warped around men’s idea of them.

At this point, you are either still with me and intrigued or you have realized that you are on the wrong side of the internet and that I am just another raging feminist bitch.

I am but if we are being politically correct, I am a PRETTY raging feminist bitch and insecure men hate to see me coming. Insecure women on the other hand have found me to be a breath of fresh air.

This is not to say that I walk the streets telling everyone I am beautiful because it is simply not everyone’s truth and that is totally okay as long as it is mine and yours. I cannot be one of my haters and you cannot be yours. We have too many to add ourselves to the count.

So the next time you have a negative thought or feel like texting your toxic ass ex because you need a dose of validation, open this rant and remember: YOU’RE THAT BITCH! Emphasis on ‘THAT’, which is why you will block those negative thoughts, lock that phone, block that asshole and remember that you aren’t ‘WEAK BITCH’; no, you’re ‘THAT BITCH’!

Did I rage-bait you to finish reading this? ;)

-K