There’s a fine line between shameless narcissism and utter self-loathing. In my case at least.
This past Thursday, while on the train, I caught myself looking at my reflection in the window for 5 min straight and… truly loving what I was seeing.
And now, Sunday night, I’m binge watching Sex and the city, stuffing my face with Pringles and crying over the fact that I will never be as fabulous in my 50’s as Samantha is. (Lord knows I did not buy the crisps myself.)
Happy Sunday, people.