Of course I think I'm hot.
“We get it, you think you’re hot!” An ex of mine cheekily DM’s me this after I’ve just posted a selfie showing off my new haircut and bright ass highlight, both of which could be described as “poppin” on that day. Yes, I think I’m hot, of course I do. I wouldn’t have posted the selfie if I didn’t. I see nothing wrong with thinking I’m hot, it’s actually something that I cultivate very carefully. Because thinking I’m hot is not really a given any moment, any day. Of course it isn’t. I’m not Beyoncé, after all. So I celebrate liking myself extra on some days. I document it, I take photos, I post them on the internet for people to see, and yes, there are people who see something wrong with that. I see why they would, too. Not that long ago, somebody accused me of conceitedly prancing around on the internet and shoving how great I think I am down everybody’s throats. Apparently, because I do that, I can’t have insecurities or else anything I post about actually liking myself is a lie. It’s absolute, black or white, to that person. It isn’t to me. Again, of course... Read more!