Annie Walton Doyle

My struggles with eyebrows have been well documented over the years.

Of all of the supposed beauty “problems” in the world, for me, roots are really the least “problematic.” In fact, I love mine dearly.

On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.

Companies — like, say, L'Oreal — wouldn’t just use the broad, vague, abstract concept of diversity (by hiring Munroe Bergdorf) to lure in customers... would they? But you have to remember — companies are about money-making first and foremost. Sometimes, they’re not really about much else.

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

Take your makeup love to its logical conclusion via a sensory attack on all fronts. Smelling like old ladies' handbags and young ladies' dressing tables and powder puffs and lipstick bullets has never been so easy as it is right now. It’s the scent family I call "makeup perfume."

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

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

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.

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