Let's see. I grew up fighting. I was always attractive and an early developer so I got a lot of jealousy from other girls and attention from guys. Some of my worst fights were in junior high, which, being in a less prestigious area, meant a less prestigious crowd. A LOT of scraps, with scratching, hairpulling, biting, slapping. I heard something interesting. If two guys don't like each other, they'll fight and become friends. If two girls don't like each other, they'll bad mouth one another then fight, and end up as enemies that never speak. By the time prom came around, I had like two female friends. High school was better since my dad pulled some strings to get me to a better school. Development had really kicked off then, and I outsized every other girl and some of the teachers as well. I was not liked by the cheerleaders. Especially because I had a good figure, tall, AND had a great smile, it made me a shoe-in for lead position. I wanted nothing to do with it. It's not that I have anything against white girls (or blondes, people think black girls hate blondes) it's more that they were a little racist, and the black girls at the school had stuck to their clicks or settled for lower down the social ladder. I'm not one to settle huns, I stand out. Got into my most uneven fight with them. Three girls and one guy vs me. I said it elsewhere, guys aren't a match for girls when it comes down to a back alley scrap. I didn't win that one, but I made sure as hell that I didn't lose. One of the few times I went against my personal rule of no face scratching. No head cheerleader or second cheerleader for the next few days of school or the next game. I got in trouble with the school, but there wasn't much they could do to me since I was out numbered, but god did my mama let me have it. (Like she did for the other times, but that was a paddling I'll never forget).
I don't know where I was going with this huns...
Anyway, yeah. I grew up in a push or get shoved setting where if you try to rise up, everyone's gonna try pull you down. I learned how to shake them off and if need be, smack them off. I sort of have to thank my dad for that (but doesn't mean I don't try kick him in the balls whenever I see him) as he wanted a son (one guess as to what my dad's name is) and did the best he could with a daughter 'Always Win. Always Be The Best.' So I went through like, knowing that I was the best. Maybe not at everything like brain surgery or rocket science, but for real life stuff. Best looks. Best body. Best personality. Best etc. I always like it when me and another hot girl are in a room and she thinks she's better then me, but I know I'm better than her.
Yep, that's pretty much it huns.