You wouldn't believe all the crazy rumours I've heard about myself over the years. Some of them even made me blush, and I'm not easily offended. There was a time when I used to get really upset about it and tried my best to deny them all, but after a while I realised it was pointless. You can't be loved by everyone, so why even bother trying?
I've come a long way since then and I've worked hard over the years to build up my self-esteem. Nowadays, I mainly laugh at rumours, but most of the time I don't even waste energy listening to them. People can think whatever they like, that won't change who I am. My friends and I know the truth, and in the end that's all that matters.
I believe in turning bad things into something positive, so nowadays I choose to take rumours about me as a compliment, since they just give me more exposure. I mean, if people spend their time making up stories about me, that must mean I'm pretty interesting, right? You know what they say, you're nobody until you're talked about.
It's funny though how people who spread lies about others actually think that it will make them look better. In the end, gossip always makes the person spreading it look worse than the subject of it. And so what if some people get the wrong idea about me? People who believe rumours instead of making up their own minds aren't worth taking seriously anyway, so it's no loss.
When I was a kid, my mother always told me to be myself and to stand up for what I believe in, no matter how much people bully me, and I'm so glad I haven't changed to please others or to avoid being the subject of gossip. For example, if speaking up against injustices makes me a bitch, then I'm a big, proud superbitch.
I no longer feel the need to be loved by everyone and I'm finally strong enough not to be affected by gossip. Instead, I thrive on it, since it only means that I'm interesting enough to talk about. And you know what? I'd much rather be called a bitch for being myself than called a saint for pretending to be someone else.
