Boots are made for walking, and my mouth is made for talking.

Be forewarned: I'm taking it all back.

Back in high school, you might say I was a force to reckon with. I didn't take people's shit, and would quickly chime in on any topic with some witty comment or my fiery opinion. I wasn't a bitch, but I had the potential. And the potential to go places, too. Something happened between my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college, and that spark that made me me is gone. It's still there, deep down, but really it's dwindling. But basically, my voice is gone. Like the wind. (Whoosh)

I no longer talk in classes; I hardly voice my extremely elaborate opinions on the world of politics. But the worst thing? The guys. I no longer can dismiss a jackass with the skillful slap across the face. I no longer will fight back to the cocky guy with a clever comeback or an unexpected cup of water in his face. I just sit there and take it... like Gandhi. Gandhi took abuse without fighting back, and look where that got him. That's right... he's dead. (That might be because of old age, but who knows)

Really though, I have lost my sense of self, and it has taken far too long for me to actually listen to a couple of wise friends who insist that I'm too harsh on myself and need to shape up. Despite what exactly made me lose myself over the past two(ish) years... despite that I may all of a sudden come off as somewhat a bitch... despite that I have no idea how my friends will take this potentially radical change of heart...

No matter, I'm taking my voice back and that's final. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. You say "C is for cookie", well guess what? That's no longer good enough for me. So watch your step or sit down. No more Miss Push Over.