No two friends could be more opposite. I’m “white trash chic” without the chic. My stringy, dirty-blonde hair, thin frame from not eating well, and second-hand clothes scream social reject, while Olivia is the picture of health and vitality with her blue-black hair, glowing light brown skin, and voluptuous curves. She’s everyone’s type, whether you’re gay, straight, or anything in-between. My best friend is a full-on smoke show.
