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"I’m Not a Mean Girl — But I’m Not Always a “Girl’s Girl” Either. Let’s get one thing straight: I love women. I love seeing women shine, rise, win, and walk in their power. I’m the friend who claps loud, fixes your crown, and means it when I say “I’m proud of you.” But just because I support women… doesn’t mean I vibe with every woman. Some women aren’t kind. Some women are miserable — as a person, as a mother, or just in their spirit. Some wear their “mean girl” badge out loud. Others are undercover with it — passive, calculated, and bitter. And here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud: Strong women intimidate people. Especially the ones who haven’t done the healing. They see your peace, your confidence, the way you carry yourself after everything you’ve been through… and instead of being inspired, they get obsessed. Not in admiration — in envy. They’ll talk about you, throw shade, pull up your past, and try to twist your character — just to feel better about themselves. But me? I don’t play that game. I don’t do drama. I don’t match low energy. You wanna be miserable? Be miserable by yourself. Because while they’re trying to tear down what they don’t understand, I’m over here building. Loving. Healing. Evolving. I’m not a mean girl. I’m just not the girl you can break. And that’s what really bothers them." Credit: ©LeAnn Kelley Ogle

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I feel like we all need to become familiar with terms such as "Smear Campaign," and "Reactive Abuse."

What people usually assume as narcissistic traits in a person, usually are not.

For example, someone who takes many selfies because they're content with how they look, or because it's part of their job/brand - this on its own is not narcissism.

Self love and self esteem is not narcissism, what is narcissism is if you then attempted to go and ruin that person's self love, or self esteem they have for themselves by saying something negative to them or other people.

A narcissist, or someone who obtains narcissistic traits usually operate using tactics such as

Gaslighting - This is where they will try to make you feel or think that you're the one in the wrong if you have or you do react to the abuse.

Reactive abuse - This is done sneakily. They will carry out behaviours towards you to push your buttons, not just once or twice but continuously out of the view of other's, so when you finally react they can use that as "proof" that you're the label/s they've been calling you.

Smear Campaign - When the narcissist can no longer control you or how you feel about yourself, they will manipulate how other people see you, they do this by creating lies or manipulating the truth.

Flying Monkey's - These are people who take sides with the abuser, and believe what the abuser is saying and joins in with the Smear Campaign.

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"Come closer, sweetheart, because I want you to hear this not as a warning, but as a prophecy. There’s a delicious silence that falls just before karma starts her work, a hush so thick you can taste the tension on your tongue. That’s the silence I savor now—the one that follows every cruel word, every fake laugh, every little dagger they thought they could slip between my ribs without consequence. They thought I was the fool, the weak one, the easy target. Oh, how they miscalculated.

Remember how they circled like vultures, picking at the bones of my heartbreak, giggling as my world went up in flames? I saw every smirk, every whisper behind manicured hands, every toast raised to my so-called defeat. They wore their meanness like diamonds, flashing it in my face, thinking cruelty was a kind of currency. But darling, karma does not accept counterfeit bills.

They thought the universe was on their side, that bad things only happened to good people and that they were immune by virtue of their pettiness. Let me tell you, karma is not blind, she’s just patient—and she’s been watching their little performances with the same bored disdain I reserve for cheap wine and cheaper gossip. I don’t have to lift a single, manicured finger. She’s already rolling up her sleeves.

You see, I was never broken; I was forged. Every lie they spun, every rumor they spread, every time they tried to set my life alight—they were just adding fuel to a fire I was learning to control. While they were busy celebrating my downfall, I was quietly mapping out the blueprints for their undoing. The best revenge isn’t served cold. It’s served scorching, under the spotlight, where everyone can see just who’s choking on the smoke.

Let’s not pretend I didn’t notice their desperate need for validation, the way their self-worth hung from the approval of their little pack. They called it friendship—I call it a snake pit with designer handbags. I watched as they paraded their shallow victories, clinging to each other like barnacles on a sinking ship. Newsflash, darling: ships go down, and so do queens who forget their crowns are borrowed.

Now, here’s the part they never saw coming. While they were busy writing my obituary, I was rewriting my destiny. I don’t need to announce my comeback. I let my silence speak, let my smile haunt them. That’s the thing about real power—it doesn’t need to be loud. It simply arrives, unapologetic, wearing heels that echo in empty hallways.

Karma doesn’t always come wrapped in thunder and lightning. Sometimes she’s the slow drip, drip, drip of consequences they thought would never touch them. She’s the sleepless nights, the uneasy glances, the doors that suddenly close in their faces. She’s the moment they realize they are alone at their own party, surrounded by people who only clap when they fall.

I hope they enjoyed their little bonfire while it lasted. I hope the taste of my pain was sweet enough to mask the bitterness that is surely on its way. Because now, it’s their turn to watch the flames climb higher—not from the safety of a distance, but from the front row, where every spark is a reminder that you can’t burn down a woman like me and expect your own house to stay standing.

Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t have to play dirty. I don’t have to stoop to their level or sharpen my claws. That’s amateur hour, darling, and I’ve always preferred the main event. Karma is the ultimate showgirl, and she knows how to put on a performance that leaves the audience begging for mercy.

While they scramble for excuses, tripping over their own lies, I’ll be sipping champagne and watching the fireworks. I won’t gloat—well, maybe just a little. I’ll raise a glass to every time they underestimated the quiet strength of a woman who knows her worth. I’ll toast to the ashes of their arrogance, swirling at my feet like confetti after the world’s most satisfying parade.

Let them choke on the smoke of their own making. Let them clutch their pearls and wonder where it all went wrong. Spoiler alert: it went wrong the moment they thought my pain was their entertainment, that my setbacks were permanent. Funny thing about karma—she has a way of making every laugh they had at my expense echo back twice as loud.

So, let them keep their secrets, their sly little texts, their half-baked apologies. I don’t need closure from people who never deserved a seat at my table. I don’t want their remorse, their crocodile tears, their sudden memories of friendship. I want them to feel the heat of a fire they thought they’d never face, to watch as everything they built on my broken back crumbles beneath them.

And when the dust finally settles, when the embers glow and the truth stands naked in the light, I’ll be standing taller than ever. I’ll be the reminder that you can’t keep a badass woman down, that you can’t destroy a queen without inviting a revolution. I’ll be the lesson they never wanted to learn—etched into their memories like the taste of defeat.

So go ahead, darling, keep pretending nothing’s wrong. Keep spinning your stories, keep hiding behind your bravado. Karma and I are already three steps ahead, and we’re not coming quietly. We’re coming with stilettos, with lipstick that stains and eyes that never forget.

I’m not bitter—I’m better. I’m not vengeful, I’m victorious. And I don’t need to prove anything to anyone who thought my scars were signs of weakness. They’re badges of honor, darling, proof that I survived the fire and came out blazing.

So next time you see me, don’t bother with the fake smile or the empty small talk. Just remember: I saw you when you thought I was too broken to notice. I heard every word you whispered, every giggle you couldn’t stifle. And now, it’s your turn to watch, to wonder, to wish you’d chosen kindness over cruelty.

Because in the end, karma isn’t just a bitch. She’s my best friend, and together, we’re rewriting the rules. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. The best is yet to come."

-Steve De'lano Garcia Credit: Steve De'lano Garcia

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"Some people want you to act out of character, and they'll go to great lengths to provoke you. Chances are, they’ve already created a narrative about you — a story where you’re the villain, the unstable one, or the problem — and now they’re just waiting for you to play your part. Please, don’t fall into this trap.

It’s not about who you really are; it’s about who they need you to be to justify their own behavior, insecurities, or need for control. If they can push you to explode, lash out, or lose your calm, then they win — not because they’re right, but because you’ve handed them the evidence they were looking for. And often, this isn’t just a momentary manipulation; it’s part of a deeper pattern. These people study your buttons, learn your triggers, and wait for the perfect opportunity to press them — not because they want resolution, but because they want validation for the distorted view they've built.

But you don’t owe anyone that kind of performance. You are not responsible for playing the role they’ve scripted for you. The greatest power you can hold is to stay rooted in who you are, even when others try to drag you out of character. Protect your energy. Hold your ground. There is strength in restraint, wisdom in silence, and peace in refusing to entertain chaos. Let their projections crumble in the absence of your reaction.

You don’t need to prove anything to people who are committed to misunderstanding you. Let them talk. Let them twist. Let them reveal themselves by the way they try to provoke you. Meanwhile, you keep showing up with grace, dignity, and self-control. That is your power. And it’s untouchable.”

Credit: Cttra

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Unicorn Confetti 🦄

My brother came over and said I was weird and I made unicorn confetti on toast in front of him🤣

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Birthday Girl 🩷

It's moments such as my birthday where I realise I have the best family, friends and beautiful partner who make me feel so loved - You have no idea how much I cherish every single person who sent me a message, got me a card or gave me a gift <3

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Cats Over Twats.

I brought this as a birthday gift for someone recently who is cat mad, I actually need one for myself I think it’s marvelous!! - KittenCubandCo on Etsy.

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