That whole "sticks and stones" nursery rhyme we were told as children is crap. Words hurt even more than objects. Words will swirl around in your head like those stars on cartoons after getting hit with an anvil. Words can haunt you worse than dead people.
"Ego so big, you must admit. I've got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch."
Even if your heart isn't in it, everyone should feel like Beyonce's lyrics. A quiet sense of confidence says more about yourself than anything you could tell people outright. Yes, what I'm advocating is the fake-it-until-you-make-it method. You can confide in your besties about your feelings, but once you do that, pick yourself up and work! *in my RuPaul voice* Some of my worse days have been made better simply by applying some mascara and putting on my Steve Madden fuck-me stilettos.