Coming home after practice Thursday, I was just plain frustrated about the same issue as in my last post, where I don't "get" the haughtiness of some of my supposed teammates. I hopped on my computer the minute I walked in the door and sent an email to my friend Hedia to ask her "what's wrong with your friend so-and-so?" I am always polite and go out of my way to be friendly to her and she is barely cordial, and I have not, for the life of me been able to figure it out. Even if we're competitors for a spot on the boat, the person who's the better athlete is going to get that spot (in a fair world), and "nice" ain't gonna get in the way of that.
I loved Hedia's response so much I have to post it here...
"So who cares if she doesn't like you, in that case, you should be in
her
face even more. I give people like her a name, I called them BWM
(biatches who motivate) me."
I. Love. It. And that would be why I love
my sistahs - they're all about the love, the support and most
importantly, the perspective. Don't allow other people's negativity to
get you down or to defeat you - use it as your motivation to go out
there and give it your all. Remember, mean girls make you stronger.
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