SHE DOESN’T ASK, SHE TAKES.
100% ATTITUDE, 0% APOLOGY.
BUILT FOR CHAOS, BORN TO RULE.

“%100 Bitch” is not a label—it’s a badge, reclaimed and weaponized. On BadAss Planet, insult turns into empowerment, and every degrading stereotype becomes ammunition for self-definition. This figure doesn’t ask to be loved, liked, or even respected—she demands to be seen for exactly what she is: raw, loud, and unedited. She’s not the version of femininity built to please; she’s the version built to survive.

The yellow palette screams without apology, while the composition overloads the viewer with sexual politics, branding, and brutal self-awareness. From “No Rolex, Sex” to “I am so sweet,” the contradictions are deliberate and violent. This is not the polished rebellion of marketing feminism—it’s graffiti on the walls of a system that commodifies identity. She is made of luxury references, but she belongs to no one. Not even herself—she’s a glitch in society’s definition of womanhood.

In BadAss Planet, %100 Bitch is not a persona—it’s a philosophy. She doesn't soften her edges to fit into culture’s comfort zone. She celebrates her body, mocks expectation, flips every middle finger you can imagine—and still walks away in heels. This isn’t about being accepted; it’s about being untouchable. Here, the bitch wins—not despite the label, but because of it.