...and you're probably right.
Once upon a time, there was a meek and mild little girl. That little girl was quiet and shy, and did what was expected of her without deviation. Yet, the stress of always striving for perfection became a little too much for her, and she developed anxiety and depression issues. Confrontation made her queasy, and she often got bossed around and walked all over. Her friends used her and pushed her around (mentally, not physically), and boys treated her as if she were disposable because she let them. One day, though, something snapped and a fire was lit. And from those ashes rose a girl who was tough and didn't take anyone's bull.
Okay so maybe it wasn't QUITE that easy. I went through a lot of self-doubt throughout my life that still resounds with me today, and I still have anxiety and depression issues. But the point of the story is that it's okay to have issues; use them to make you stronger. I realized that I deserved friends who wanted me to be happy on my own terms, not on theirs. I realized that I was freaking fabulous, and any boy that didn't recognize that was out of luck. I realized that I don't always have to suffer through a crappy meal at a restaurant just because I'm scared to send it back. I realized that, when I'm wronged, it's okay to take a stand.
People who are intimidated by strong-willed women might call me a b*tch; hey, sometimes I call myself one. But I'm done letting people walk all over me. Within the last few years, a feisty women has presented itself in my form, and I'm not ashamed or embarrassed and I sure as heck won't apologize for that. Life's too short to be stuck with mediocre meals, mediocre friends, and a mediocre lifestyle. If someone pushes you, push back. If someone has something bad to say about you, confront them. Don't be scared to be the person that expects more for him or herself.