What It Means To Be The Designated B**** of the Family

What It Means To Be The Designated B**** of the Family

Every family needs that one person to keep it all together.

I was recently informed by my little sister that I am the designated b**** of our family. She started off by saying, “Every family has one, and it's not me, it's not mom, and it's not dad, so all that is left is you.” At first, I felt insulted, but after I let it sink in, I came to the realization that I am the b**** of the family. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I am the only one who will tell people how it is. I am the one that everyone comes to when there is a problem, and I have the ability to speak what is on my mind.

I have been known for letting my friends and family know how I really feel. I am the first one to call a family member out if they do something stupid. For instance, my little sister, Emma, likes to dabble in different “talents”. Some of her “talents” have included: trying to play guitar, painting canvases, bracelet making, singing videos, and playing basketball on rollerblades. All of those “talents” were relatively cheap to take on. But her new profound “talent” has been photography. I am down for her utilizing her iPhone camera and adding different Instagram photos, but that is not how this new “talent” has gone down.

She decided to spend $500 on a professional camera. Are you kidding me? $500 for something she has built into her phone? She has had the camera for roughly two weeks now, and the only person who has taken any pictures on it has been my mom. Emma has posed in the living room and demanded my mom take pictures of her. I was the one who took the matters into my hands and called Emma out of her stupid purchase.

Now, who is the one buying her lunch or spotting her $5? Me! I am the one now who has to deal with her stupid ideas. No one else in my family thought it was a terrible idea for her to buy a $500 camera, hell my mom was the one who took her to Best Buy to purchase it. Anytime Emma mentions anything about not having any money, the first thing out of my mouth is, “Well if you didn’t spend so much on that camera, you would have some money.” I guess if I have to be the b****, and call my sister out, then so be it.

Every family needs that one person to keep it all together, whether it is being done in a nice way or a not so nice way. The designated b**** of the family is the one who makes sure everything is in line. The designated b**** of the family is the person people know not to mess with. The designated b**** of the family is the one who will fight or argue with anyone who talks negatively about your family. The designated b**** of the family will do ANYTHING to help a family member out. As the designated b**** of my family, I wear the title with honor and pride. I know that my parents and sister secretly fear me. I will continue to tell people how I really feel. I will use my bitchiness to help people out and get things done.
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To The Girl Struggling With Her Body Image

It's not about the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart, soul, and spirit.


To the girl struggling with her body image,

You are more than the number on the scale. You are more than the number on your jeans and dresses. You are way more than the number of pounds you've gained or lost in whatever amount of time.

Weight is defined as the quantity of matter contained by a body or object. Weight does not define your self-worth, ambition or potential.

So many girls strive for validation through the various numbers associated with body image and it's really so sad seeing such beautiful, incredible women become discouraged over a few numbers that don't measure anything of true significance.

Yes, it is important to live a healthy lifestyle. Yes, it is important to take care of yourself. However, taking care of yourself includes your mental health as well. Neglecting either your mental or physical health will inflict problems on the other. It's very easy to get caught up in the idea that you're too heavy or too thin, which results in you possibly mistreating your body in some way.

Your body is your special, beautiful temple. It harbors all of your thoughts, feelings, characteristics, and ideas. Without it, you wouldn't be you. If you so wish to change it in a healthy way, then, by all means, go ahead. With that being said, don't make changes to impress or please someone else. You are the only person who is in charge of your body. No one else has the right to tell you whether or not your body is good enough. If you don't satisfy their standards, then you don't need that sort of negative influence in your life. That sort of manipulation and control is extremely unhealthy in its own regard.

Do not hold back on things you love or want to do because of how you interpret your body. You are enough. You are more than enough. You are more than your exterior. You are your inner being, your spirit. A smile and confidence are the most beautiful things you can wear.

It's not about the size of your jeans. It's about the size of your mind and heart. Embrace your body, observe and adore every curve, bone and stretch mark. Wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable in your own skin. Do your hair and makeup (or don't do either) to your heart's desire. Wear the crop top you've been eyeing up in that store window. Want a bikini body? Put a bikini on your body, simple.

So, as hard as it may seem sometimes, understand that the number on the scale doesn't measure the amount or significance of your contributions to this world. Just because that dress doesn't fit you like you had hoped doesn't mean that you're any less of a person.

Love your body, and your body will love you right back.

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