I’M A *ITCH, ARE YOU?

In light of my recent change in duties I am WAY too tired to be original; however, someone sent me this in an e-mail today and I think it’s worth sharing:

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs,

they call me a

*itch. When I stand up for those I love, they

call me a

*itch. When I speak my mind, think my own

thoughts, or do

things my own way, they call me a *itch.

Being a *itch entails raising my children to

be strong

people who have a solid sense of personal and

social

responsibility, who are not afraid to stand up

for what

they believe in and who love and respect

themselves for

the beautiful beings they are.

Being a *itch means that I am free to be the

wonderful

creature that am, with all my own intricacies,

contradictions, quirks and beauty.

Being a *itch means I won’t compromise what’s

in my heart.

It means I live my life MY way. It means I

won’t allow

anyone to step on me. When I refuse to

tolerate injustice

and speak up against it, I am defined as a

*itch.

The same thing happens when I take time for

myself instead

of being everyone’s maid, or when I act a

little selfish.

I am proud to be a *itch! It means I have the

courage and

strength to allow myself to be who I truly am

and won’t

become anyone else’s idea of what they think I

“should” be.

I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined.

By God, I want what I want, and there is

nothing wrong

with that!

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner

flame, try to

squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.

You won’t

succeed. And if that makes me a *itch, so be

it. I embrace

the title and am proud to bear it