I mean, the way we see it you either love yourself or hate yourself. Well you could "meh" yourself, in which case, we've got a pin for that and you're welcome. You're still here? Oh right, love and hate. Screw hate, that sounds horrible and is sure to end in a night ending in way too many Jager bombs and waking up next to a wookie named Sal in a truck stop bathroom. QED? Hard no to hating yourself.
So, if the scientific proof and methodology is right here, we're left with only one viable option: love yourself and we're glad you see it our way. After all, you've chosen an evening of glory, bubble baths with Lush (š) soaps, binge viewings of The Bachelor (we believe in you Nick!), a lap full of slim jims (no that wasn't an innuendo), a chalice of RosĆ© and this insignificant shard of metal proving the alpha and omega of your mortal worth.