Glamour posted a link to an article today entitled "8 Little Things That Can Make You Unpretty". Since Glamour is pretty much my favourite magazine, I tend to heed their advice. I once read an article that says if you're out shopping and you see a piece of clothing that you like, you're supposed to leave it and only come back and buy it a) if you still like it the next day and b) if you can name three other things you can wear it with and three places/occasions you can wear it. HUGELY helpful. I have no doubt saved thousands of dollars based upon that one article alone, so props to Glamour.

Anyway, here are the eight things to avoid if you don't want to further unpretty your pretty little self:

1. Snapping your gum. I'm guilty of this from time to time. I'm not an excessive gum-snapper but I definitely do it in the car. I'm OK with being unpretty in the car.
2. Wearing a perma-pout. I don't think I do this, but I know I can wear quite the sour puss sometimes. Mental note: smile more!
3. Being a mirror-izer. I should probably be more of a mirror-izer. I'm fully capable of passing a reflective surface without gazing upon my reflection. I also go around with food in my teeth and my skirts on crooked a lot. This is one of the 150397589251 reasons why I don't have children. I can barely look after myself!
4. Tugging at your strapless top. Oooh yeah, this is a pet peeve of mine. People need to wear clothes that fit!
5. Cursing like a sailor. *hangs head in shame*
6. Primping in public. I hate even applying lip gloss in the bathroom at a bar. I will sneak into a stall for touch-ups. I don't like to draw attention to myself, so very rarely will I do more than hand lotion or lip balm at my desk.
7. Publicly criticizing your own body. This is such good advice! I'm really bad for this, but how much fun is it to sit around with your girlfriends harshing on your bodies? Not so much! Also, guys are oblivious to flaws, so if you don't point anything out, GUARANTEED he hasn't noticed and thinks you're perfect. Don't ruin the illusion. Mum's the word.
8. Frying your skin. I spent a year with the Canadian Cancer Society. I wear SPF 40 on my face all year round. I would rather eat cat feces than get in a tanning bed, honest to God. That shit will kill you. (So will cat feces, right? I also just swore. See point 5.)

Thanks, Glamour, for the what-not-to-do reminders!