If assumed to be a stupid witch, allow your reptilian accuser to suffer the fruits of your intelligence. The element of incendiary surprise is yours to leverage as vehemently as you desire.
When a dry and wooden pole is placed upright before you and dry tinder gathered at its base, when those twigs are soaked with unholy oils and you are told smugly and nonchalantly, “this is for you,” stop going to that church.
Often, after rejecting advances of any kind, you will be declared a fat witch, regardless of your volume. Feast upon the insecurity manifested in that insipid retort and grow ever stronger and more intimidating.
When told to, “Shut up, witch,” vex harder. Elderly warlocks can only be made irrelevant via your belligerent and well-earned compulsion to do as you wish.
If told that “Witches steal men’s jobs,” cash those checks and use the proceeds to invest in fellow witches. Vow to boycott with your funds, the tainted wares created in the boardrooms where misogyny festers.
If told you are a fugly witch, realize you have won the Rochambeau of human power. For if the sight of your face can wilt manhood, you have rotted the root of a doomed civilization’s entire identity with a mere glance.
Flee from those who hold the contradictory assumption that your powers are both imaginary and far too potent for you to be trusted to wield. If fearful, or unsure of your strategy for evacuation, call upon the covens. We are legion and we will drive you.
If told your efforts will never be sufficient, or that your work is vaguely less-than ideal, employ your energy elsewhere. Such taunts are only made by those who fear your already obvious talents and are utterly terrified by your infinite capacity to augment them.
Carry many keys between your fingers and wear bejeweled rings with many prongs. When asked about the scars you’ve installed, admit your reasons honestly. Say out loud the harsh truths known but not admitted, so that younger witches may hear you.
Let die the old ways which do not serve you. Conjure from your electric heart and from your spine of gold the words that may forge a new era. Appoint yourself the maker of new traditions and the speaker of the timeless truth.
Nobody is coming to save you but you, witch.