I get it. Her public breakdown and love of going to Starbucks without a bra on makes her an easy target. And sure, she lip syncs.
Guess who doesn’t care? This bitch. Her body’s bangin’, her music is good, and when I went to her Vegas show (yes, I took the photo above) you know what she looked like? A god damn super star.
I’ve never seen a more amazing ass in my life. No joke, it was incredible.
Hilary. Duff’s. Instagram. It’s one thing to star in Lizzie McGuire, have a solid singing career, and turn into a best-selling author. It’s another thing entirely to one-up every other famous female in your social media game. Girl is killing it.
She posts picture after picture of Malibu beaches, an ADORABLE son, and super-blonde selfies that make me realize yes, I need to start wearing lipstick because it looks absolutely awesome.
I like it. I like it a lot.
I don’t care if you rub eye cream in with your ring finger, or sleep in a braid to get beachy waves. There are only two things you need to do to look like a polished human being.
1) Get your eyebrows done. When I say “done” I mean threaded, which does not involve a needle as I once thought. Turns out they use like, dental floss or some shit.
2) Get your nails done at a place that isn’t your living room while Real Housewives is on.*
*Alternative Real Housewives accompaniment activities include: eating Thin Mints (less than a sleeve if you can), drinking wine, and smoking weed.
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