It’s easy to forget how good it feels to actually look NICE after months of minimal make-up and negligent hair styling. I recently noticed I can’t stand looking at photos of myself unless I’m sporting a hat and over-sized sunnies. While I’ve accepted a curvier figure with open arms, dark circles and frumpy hair are within my control. So why have I let these things go? It’s far more enjoyable to lavish my attention towards Emerson while completely avoiding any indicator of what I actually look like. Luckily my family loves me no matter what, but if all it takes to love myself a little more is some under-eye highlighter,...