(I call her Big Tif) like a lot of us was unhappy with some of the choices her wardrobe offered. So she took it into her own hands...literally, and started making clothes for herself and soon after others. Her niche, hard edgy pieces with a classy diva-ish tone. She brainstormed on a name and B.D. was born. As you can see from the photos, the clothes almost look like they've been electrocuted by Broadway's neon lights. The prettiest girl in the room will also be the "Brightest"now, if she's smart enough to rock Butch Diva. She's a bad "Glama Mama"
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