See, that's the problem with you people. You think your opinion matters. You think that what you feel about me matters. Another person's trash is another bitch's treasure. And when I look in the mirror, I think I'm the prettiest, baddest bitch on the planet. I don't need a bitch's opinion because I have my respect. I have the love. I have the appreciation for what I look like. Do you? I wouldn't think so.