Pictured: A highly disturbing and oft-repeated misuse of the c-word.
I personally like the word and associate positive connotations with it. Other words used as weapons that I take positively:
- battle axe
- ...and many others!
The worst name to call, the dirtiest thing to censor, the hush-hush body part we don't speak about...
and the source of all life on this planet.
Why do I take these words with a gracious smile?
Because the people who use them as weapons are threatened by my success and confidence, as well as the success and confidence of all women who won't take shit anymore.
What not-taking-your-shit-anymore looks like.
I am not a meek doormat.
I am not rouging my cheeks hoping for a bacon-homecoming by some paunchy self-entitled penis.
"For that 'natural' look men look for...Seventeen."
Start early, ladies.
I am not looking for the approval and acceptance of my fellow women.
For all these reasons, I am scary and threatening and larger than life.
Me. Not giving a shit what you think.
Why is lil' ol' me so scary?
Because I know what I want. I will accept nothing less than what I want. I am a strong person, with a good heart. I am a good mother, a good friend and a good citizen. There is nothing wrong with me.
There is no reason I shouldn't want, have or aim for anything I desire.
NO. REASON. AT. ALL.
So I'm a cunt for it. A big, radiant, smiling, successful, happy cunt. If I'm being called a cunt, then I know I'm on the right path.
(P.S. An excellent book on this subject, and one that helped change my own perception of the c-word years ago is "Cunt" by Inga Muscio. I HIGHLY recommend you purchase several copies and leave them in buses, doctor's offices and gym locker rooms. As well as reading it yourself!)
"Cunt" by Inga Muscio
Changed my life.