Everyone who knows me knows that I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't have a hate bone in my body.
I don't have a hateful bone in my body. I don't believe anyone should be bullied or made to feel bad about who they are.
I don't have a political bone in my body.
I like meat on my bones.
Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.
I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind.
I know that I'm not my body, and I also know that you're not yours.
I'm country to the bone.
When I believe in something, I'm like a dog with a bone.
I make no bones about it, I'm a product of my upbringing and of the time I was brought up, so I'm not going to pretend not to be.