I think I've reached almost every woman's version of Nirvana. I, Heather Barmore, have found the perfect combination of hair products to make me, Heather Barmore -- she who is notoriously unhappy with everything -- fairly happy with my hair. Though first I feel like I should go back to 1994 when I had grand delusions of having long flowing blonde locks. Every time I got a relaxer and a haircut I'd end up with a case of whiplash from shaking my tresses around like I was in some Pantene commercial. Fortunately, I have since recovered from that particular phase. 

It all started about a month ago when my friend Holly mentioned that she purchased a Clarisonic Mia facial brush of magic. And then a renewed lust for beauty products spiraled from there and now there are lists upon lists of potions and lotions that I'd like to try.

During my sophomore year of college I became quite smitten with a boy. The day he met me I was wearing a pink plaid button down shirt from American Eagle and over that a pink sweater with a hood from Hollister. He told a mutual friend of mine that I was a) gorgeous and b) I looked amazing in pink. Since then pink has been my color of choice.

So here is what I look like when I wake up in the morning:Except not really because this photo was taken at 6 PM and I had just returned from a really long trip and I'm sure you can sense my exhaustion. Anyway, me without makeup. You are so welcome, Internet.

sssssssssssssI cannot believe I'm about to admit this. In fact the second I say this my face is going to erupt in painful cystic acne once again and my dermatologist will be injecting Benzoyl peroxide directly into my pores. So here goes: I like Proactiv. No, I...I love Proactiv. And that noise you just heard was my brand new linens screaming in horror due to imminent bleaching.