Annie Walton Doyle

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

In much the same way I feel about my eyebrows, I feel perpetual dissatisfaction with my lips.

Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.

If there’s one thing that makes me deeply proud of my generation (apart from our general anti-Brexit sentiment) it’s the newfound omnipresence high

Writing my piece on the wonderful, amazing, superlative yet disappointingly evasive Seventeen Stay Time Foundation got me thinking.

There is literally no disadvantage to being confident. It’ll make you happier, more successful, a better friend, a better person.

Is there any makeup as synonymous with the twenty-teens as eyebrows?

In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!

You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.

I think it’s safe to say that I’m coming to the end of my blond