… that when we’re younger, we would always try our best to fit it. Usually, we’d want to be able to play for the “popular team”. I was one of those people; the one trying not the one playing. I didn’t have lots of friends during my entire school years. Pretty much the same when I was in college. I’ve been called names when I was in Elementary school and again when I was in High School. Difference is, when I was in Elementary school, they made me cry. In High School? I punch them in the face. No joke.
Earlier, out of nowhere, I saw the name of the last person who called me names on my Facebook feed (she left a comment on a friend’s photo). The one who called me fat and that’s probably the reason why I was still single; because no guy wants a fat girl. Or so her tiny, rotten little brain thought. Everything she said about me - behind my back of course (because bitches like her usually just talk the talk - didn’t even have the guts to see me when I told her I wanna talk to her face to face. PSSSH!) - came rushing back. But now, I’m able to smile about it. Why? Because I realized that people like that shouldn’t upset you, they should make you feel thankful for your life. Because you’re much better than her and others alike. Because I am much better than her. I’ve always been better.
And I am happy now. As for her? Well … let’s just say I’m the one that is having the last laugh in the this little play.
So, bitch, you can kiss my happy ass now.
:)
