Annie Walton Doyle
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In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.
Read...It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.
Read...Can you partake in the beauty industry — makeup, tutorials, magazines, and the oppressive standards they impose — and still feel good about your self-worth?
Read...Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.
Read...I love spending money like a total asshole as much as the next woman. But sometimes, a cheap thrill is the most thrilling thrill of all.
Read...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.
Read...During such trying times, there is one trusty frenemy whose shadowy presence always sneaks back into my life. Benzoyl peroxide, I wish I knew how to quit you.
Read...You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.
Read...For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.
Read...Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?
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