I use to think that being a bad bitch was something to go around bragging about. So I would go out party, smoke, drink, cuss, and just be vulgar. Looking back now I don’t regret those things I did i just simply say, “man, what the hell was I thinking.” It wasn’t until I got pregnant that I realized that, that wasn’t who I really was. It’s who I thought I wanted to be. Now because of my son I just wanna be a classy lady. And if a man wants to take the time to get to know the real me he will figure out just how badass I really am. It might sound silly to any one else. But quite frankly I just don’t give a damn. I’m not the same girl I use to be. And I’m proud of that. God gave me my son as a wake up call on getting my life together. And I thank him everyday for that.