Lizzo has ruined my life and I am here to tell you I have never been happier.
To say I have played this song a million times is an understatement. At this point, the sole purpose of my Spotify is to ensure I have a constant feed of “Truth Hurts” funneling into my ears. No other song seems to matter to me right now, which is why I’m here. To infect the masses.
This commanding anthem of power is equivalent to the buzz of that first hour of drinking; that sweet hum of confidence shrouded in a thin veil of invincibility. Lizzo gets your hands and your heart rate up with the fact that vulnerability does not break a bad bitch. In fact, it makes a bad bitch even badder. Go ahead with your crying crazy and your boy problems. You’re a fucking goddess regardless.
Gift this song to your little sister or brother who is struggling with, what the youths of today refer to as, a “fuckboy.” Blast this song alone in your car and feed your soul. Play this shit in the kitchen while you’re watching your husband make dinner and in between verses, remind him that you are 100% “That Bitch” and he’s lucky you don’t have a new man on the Minnesota Vikings.
(Song recommendation by Ashley Green)