Unbitch

You can't walk over me anymore. You want this fat ass, well, you can't have it anymore — aha. You made me into a bitch, Fausto, and I'm going to unbitch myself.

“Therapy's helping to unbitch me.”

Back in the room, MJ was up and dressed and looking improbably flirty in a crocheted jumper. “Let's find a Tab so I can unbitch.” She flipped her hair around. “And speaking of bitches, sorry for being one last night.”