Sometimes, I think God made iPhones with FaceTime cameras, Diptic, instagram, and social media in general just so when I have a really, really good hair day after only doing so much as finger brushing my hair, there is an outlet for me to gloat and preen because hey, when you feel pretty, you feel pretty. There’s nothing narcissistic about that… Okay, maybe there is, but if you don’t love yourself, who the hell will? You deserve to think you’re pretty. You deserve to revel in the moment. And I deserve to justify my #GPOY until the cows come home because I paid good money for this hair and damn it, a month later, it’s finally working right.