No more fucks to give

I have no more fucks to give.

I have worn a mask for way too many years. I have been peeling back the layers of that mask since leaving a destructive marriage. I will not apologise for who I am or change anything about myself for someone else. So, peeps herein lies your one and only warning. Listen carefully, I mean every word.

Who I am
I care not that I am sensitive nor whether or not my sensitivity bothers you. Or doesn't. It is truth. If you say something hurtful, I will get upset. If you act in a manner that is contrary to how I would like to be treated I will probably cry. I cannot change this. I can try to hide it from you but why the guck should I? People are shamelessly bitchy or have a quick temper. Why is it so offensive to others that I am sad. It's not like you're at risk of being hit or yelled at. In fact, I am much more likely to walk away, have a cry and listen to some music. Deal with it.

I am childish and socially awkward. I love mornings and I generally wake happy. I walk for pleasure. I don't smile often. I eat small portions regularly.

Swearing
I should have been a sailor. Or a bloke. But I am not. I swear. A lot. And I used ALL the swear words. Yup. Even that one. I could feign Tourette's but that'd be a lie. Block your ears, walk away or brace yourself. It's going to happen. The more shit that goes on in my life the more swearing there will be.

My wardrobe
I wear skirts. Short skirts. I don't wear them to attract attention I wear them because they make me feel feminine while still allowing me to stride out and walk fast.

Gym habits
I go to the gym most days. Sometimes twice a day. I am not addicted. I don't go at all when my kids are around and will skip it if I have something else on but I like it so I go. There is no need to flaunt it  around like you are pointing out an ugly growth on my nose. What I do in my spare time is none if your business.

My lifestyle
My ex being partnered does not make me a failure. Yes, I am STILL single. Get over it. If you can't; keep your fucking opinions to yourself.

Criticism
Following on from the last point; if you don't have something nice to say shut your fucking hole. I don't want to hear it. Chances are whatever you can think of to say about me is playing on repeat in my head anyway. You verbalising it is not motivating. It does not make me feel like bettering myself. Some days criticism makes me want to crawl into the foetal position and cry. Others I want to shout at you; scream at the top of my lungs about how fucking rude and inconsiderate you are. Neither are pleasant so shut the fuck up. This applies to my weight and diet too. Just. Shut. Up. Seriously, I have enough on my plate without hearing negative shot from you. This is your one and only warning. If you start, I stop. I refuse to spend time with people insistent on dragging me down.