You’re not just another pretty one, no, but that headshot speaks volumes in the language of the tweeterie.
1. Someone else has your face.
I want to be buried with all of my beauty loves.
Perhaps the most offensive beauty product I own, Liquid Panthenol (in liquid, not foam, form), is used mainly for cancer patients who lose their hair.
1. Sometimes people think you’re doing the duck face in your picture when that’s just your mouth in its natural state.
Let me be (not even remotely) the first to say: Feria, burn in hell for convincing so many unsuspecting people that ombre hair is a thing can be successfully accomplished at home.
When my friends tell me “you look hot” before we go out, in my mind I amend this to “your body looks hot” because no one is looking at my face when I’m wearing a black bustier top that barely holds my 32E breasts and a skin-tight shimmery body-con skirt pulled taut around my backside.
5. You don’t even pretend to be able to tell a lie.
Selfies, unfortunately, do not exist in a vacuum. I suspect that I’d be accused of teaching my daughter to play into the male gaze instead of protecting her from it, and you’d be right.
Ah, the art of shaving. Something I’ve never been able to fully master.