Rebuilding… with glitter tits.

One thing I am known for, is rebuilding.  I rebuilt myself to be the epitome of strength and courage.  This wasn’t a special recipe I followed, it was a fucking choice.

You can choose it too.  I challenge you to.  In fact, if you aren’t choosing this for yourself, what are you even doing here?  Perhaps you’re just a spectator of my greatness.  I hope you enjoy the view at least.  It must be fabulous.

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If you hate me, that’s your problem.

Perhaps you’re a hater.  If you’re reading all my shit though, you’re obviously a closet fan.  I see you.  I know you’re there.

When you’re rebuilding, it’s important that you don’t sucker yourself into giving too many fucks about the view others may obtain of you, in the process.

Do I look like I care when people disagree with me?  I can barely even hear them.

When people comment on my social media content thinking they’re smart, or clever to attempt to tear me down, I rarely engage.  If I do, I put them on their knees with a tasty rhyme.  Wanna rap battle?  Come at me, bro.  They only look stupid.  I laugh.

Usually though, I choose to disengage.  I will delete their shitty comments.  I will go as far as to delete them entirely from my social media.  I don’t block them though.  I want them to continue to bear witness to how few fucks I give.  I have hope that they might eventually give themselves a mental slap, and rejoin my side.  I always remove their power by cutting off their ability to bring drama to my feed, though.

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

I fight the good fight.

I have no fucking time for drama and bullshit.  In fact, I’m quite allergic.  I can feel it come over me like a god damn rash, when someone tries to fuck with my chi, as a result of their own self loathing, or jealousy.

Don’t be jealous.  You wouldn’t want to face the struggles I face.  Maybe be jealous of my nails, though.  Anyway, THIS IS WHAT COURAGE ACTUALLY IS.  I didn’t choose the obstacles I had to overcome.  I don’t design the roadblocks.  I sure as hell do design my own reality though, and the way I respond to any and all external stimuli.

I chose to stop numbing myself and dulling my senses with bulk weed, as you may have read.  I’ve just passed 60 days clean.

I feel fantastic, and like total shit, all at the same time.  It’s truly powerful to turn around and face your demons.  I feel strong, staring down the barrel of all the shitty decisions I made, and shitty people I chose to surround myself with.

When those people and decisions jump up to smack me in the face, I say please Sir, may I have another?  I fucking challenge them to do it again.  They never do.  There’s something amazing and wild about simply stepping into yourself the way I have, and appointing yourself as queen of the awesome.

I became strong the moment I decided to just lift my game, and lift myself up.  My demons run the fuck away now, when they see me coming.  There’s a reason they call me the unstoppable force.

If I happen to witness (or worse, be unwillingly made a party to) someone doing wrong to another fellow human…… if I am able to, I WILL PUT A STOP TO IT.  If the person I lend a hand to, bites me in response, I move on silently.  They’ve chosen to learn the hard way.  They’ve chosen to remain a slave.  I have no fucking time for that.  I will reach out, but if they don’t immediately reach back, I cut and run.  My job is done anyway.  What they do with the clarity I gift them with is none of my business.

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Still can’t believe Sir let this go to waste.  What a fool.  I laid waste to him.

Men who think I will be the other woman, are always in for a rude shock when I uncover their devious deeds.  I do so without mercy and without regret.

I am the main course, okay?  Eat what I serve you, or fuck off.  It’s delicious and you should be saying thank you ma’am.

Yes, I bare my flesh for all to see.  Yes I enjoy this…. but the moment it becomes clear that some motherfucker is just there for the free perve, and isn’t actually listening to my words, or doing anything of value…… bam.  They’re gone.

Your women are definitely listening.  I would be fucking afraid if I were a douchebag, right now.  I came to create change.

I am the change.

If you’re guilty of creating drama for others, using them to meet your own needs, or harming people in any way as a means of building yourself up………

Change your ways.  Or I will send you all glitter for all of eternity.  I really can.  I have a surplus of ultra fine glitter to wipe the smile off your face.

PM me if you’d like glitter to be mailed to your enemies, with a lovely photograph of my glitter tits to slap them in their stupid smug faces.

Wow.  Glitter porn.  That is not where I intended this post to go, but whatever.  This is where we’re at.  Enjoy that mental image, while I consider sustainable ways to glitter my tits for a future photographic adventure.

For your pleasure, of course.

I live to serve.  From my goddamn throne, for sure.

Fucking Amen.

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