Semi-Daily Scribbles

Bertha heard it all. Cow. Sow. Fattest Girl In The World. Torment and taunts were the daily diet. Spoon-fed by fear, Bertha's penpals were the last gals to cast aspersions on one of their own. Maybe it was because she was confident by nature. Bertha took life in stride and didn't allow negativity to poison her mind. She believed kindness was the only brand that mattered, and wore her heart right where everyone could see it. Patience. Poise. Pride. These were more than words to Bertha, they were ideals which kept her feet firmly on the ground as she set out on a path of her own design. Bertha would let no one keep her spirit in a cage. It was time for her to move along, and leave the naysayers to wallow in their sorry understanding of the messes they made.