I went and got a haircut today and so I took this fancy ass selfie just to compare and my what a difference:
I'd also like to add that today at my hair salon there was a basket of LuLaRoe leggings and my hair stylist insisted that I try them on. I have mocked this cult for some time, you can ask Andrea. Leggings are a privilege, not a right. There's also something about an overweight woman in leggings that seems very lazy to me. That's something I have believed for as long as I can remember. Well, I put the damn things on and they felt like I was pantsless. So soft. So comfortable. So I bought them in what is nothing other than a moment of weakness. I promise you this, I shan't wear them outside of exercise and/or the comfort of my own home. Why did the damn things need to match my shirt so well? Sigh.