Maybe it’s the bomb lighting, your killer outfit, or your “I woke up like this” glow. Regardless, some days you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and just think: “Damn.” But what if, when you stopped to take pause, you became aroused by your own reflection? Is there’s a difference between feeling yourself and actually being attracted to yourself?
I voted
<span class=”gdpol-response-label”>Hell Yeah, I Da Bomb</span>
Well, because I am Da Bomb, I make being sexy easy.
