“And I would embrace the shit out of that straight line. Confidence starts within. Even if you had a big ass, you’d still be looking at the next bitch trying to compare yourself. Nah, not me. I don’t give a fuck if I’m walking around this bitch looking like Calliou. I’m the baddest bald-headed bitch in every room I walk in,” Junie preached. Hunter held her shot glass out so they could toast. “And that’s on who?” she asked. “Rosa-stand your muthafuckin’ ground-Parks.” Junie threw the shot back.
