I’m a nice girl. In fact, I was raised by my parents to be one. I believe many girls were raised the same way. When I was a little girl, both parents and teachers were telling me how I should behave. Respect everyone, be polite, don’t say bad words… And I did. Well, I still do.
I always try my best to be kind and not to hurt people. Honestly, I feel way better when I’m kind to others. Being mean is just not my style.
But, there is one thing that makes me freak out sometimes… I’m sick and tired of people seeing my kindness as my weakness.
No, I’m not weak if I let my friend cry on my shoulder at 2 AM. No, I’m not weak if I give my seat to an elderly person. No, I’m not weak if I treat and respect waiters the way I respect my boss.
I always try to go through bad times with a smile on my face. I try to express my opinions without hurting anyone’s feelings. It’s just who I am.
I’m not saying I’m perfect, because nobody is. I have made so many mistakes in life, just like everyone else has. I have a bunch of flaws.
If you’d meet me more often, you’d know me better. I can be so insecure and exhausted sometimes, but that definitely doesn’t mean I’m weak.
Nice girls are much stronger than society thinks. It takes so much courage to find strength to be good around toxic people. No matter how hard people try to bring me down, I will shine brighter. I will always find strength in me.
I try to live my life to the fullest. I have goals and plans, and I’m keen about pursuing them.
Being nice doesn’t mean I will let you take advantage of me. Growing up, I learnt my lesson. I decided that I won’t let anyone be mean to me just because I’m nice. I will definitely fight back.
Just because I’m sweet, it doesn’t mean I will be quietly putting up with your bullsh*t.
Listen, I’m not foolish. It took me all of my life to stand up for myself. I realized that I must love and accept myself in order to be respected by others. I’m still learning to say “NO” and to stop feeling bad after I say it out loud. I have my flaws and weaknesses, just like everyone else.
Maybe this is wrong, but I tend to judge people based on their behavior towards others. I don’t like being in a company of people who seek a better position simply by walking over others.
I don’t want to be surrounded by people who are bothered with my kindness. I have no plans to change for anyone’s sake!
We need to stop treating niceness as some kind of disorder. I’m so tired of everyone’s misunderstanding.
I believe being nice doesn’t mean you let yourself be degraded. I assure you—I’m not the one who will guard your back if you repeatedly disrespect me. I have my limits. I’m nice, but not stupid.