Do you know that moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and you catch a glimpse at the way your hair is fluffy and the way the tips are a faded blue, and how cute the wooly jumper is looking, and the way your accessories are hanging on your wrist, and if you lean this way then that way and look at the details separately you really like it, you dig it… 

…then the realisation you’re posing in unnatural shapes in your bathroom for 15 minutes in a frumpy jumper and leggings? 

Yeah. All the time.