My mother called me a whore in lot of situations when I was a kid.

I once had this piece of dessert a seller gave me and I refused to share it with my brother. So she said that I am nothing but a whore that will never be loved.

I am glad I stood my ground. I didn't share it with him. If I am going to share and sacrifice, it had to be according to my own will , not because I got brainwashed and abused until I thought it is the moral thing to do.

I am glad I was stubborn. I am glad I fought back for good causes and silly ones. I am proud of the whore I am. I am fucking awesome.