Let me say this much:
I hate photos of myself. I actually get a little offended when people imply that I am in any way photogenic, because I desperately hope that I don’t actually look the way photos indicate I do.
That said, I am so excited about this haircut that I can’t even wait until tomorrow, when a makeup/hair/photoshoot/dance party of epic proportions will be going down, to post pictures. (Note: This is the fixed version of the haircut fail I experienced a few weeks ago. So please don’t feel the need to comfort me. If it looks devastatingly bad, I’m happily oblivious, and would prefer to remain that way).
Take them with a boulder of salt. I may not actually be less weird-looking in real life, but I like to pretend I am.
Also, I can’t help but make really bizarre faces in photos. I don’t understand it.
Go ahead, call me Justin Bieber. You know you want to.