Ratty Jacket and the Rope Out - Poor Girl's Fable

Dear Diary,

Last week my boss harassed me on my outfit- telling me that I didn't look nice and that my jacket, which i rather like fyi, looked "ratty." I would like to clarify that, yes, I am a poor girl. And No, I do not own any nice clothes. She grew up poor too, and she's my aunt. But it's interesting to see when people forget where they came from, and the struggles morally that you face in a world of people who had things easy and always. Or maybe they don't want to remember. I think it's the same reason people dislike the homeless so much, they can't stand to see the weakness that actually exists within a set of behaviors and thoughts which we all all could potentially fall privy too. Some people can't stand softness in particular women and see vulnerability, but there is strength that endures in educated, purposeful vulnerability- mine is not weak, but it is silent and strong. For I know that I have the will to stay respectful and away from pettiness. I've been there, with petty people and petty myself. I didn't like it, the taste in my mouth, or rather because I don't sense as much as I analyze, the intuition in my head said I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe just in the wrong myself. I won't fold and be mean, that's when others win you out. And I'm not a loser, Diary. But I do need to get the hell out of this place. Here, where I was born and raised, personal hell. Now I can get out, so That Girl - i. What are you waiting for? ii. What the hell are you scared of, hadn't this been enough?

-That Girl, a woman rich or poor on fire is still on fire