Why did I believe that denim had to be basic and a way for me to standardize/fit in when I was already going to stand out?
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In sum, beauty for me has transformed from an ideal state of presentation to a personal definition of your own intention towards your body and self.
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I wrote this piece in 2017 when I first got my IUD, the Kyleena. I reflect on the political environment of the time, but have updated to include my opinions after 2 years.
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Recycling an empty bottle of wine, requiring one quick rinse, is a breeze. Recycling a plastic bottle with a funky top and gunky conditioner inner coating? I’d like to toss it in the trash and forget about it.
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Whether it’s time to toss a product due to its life ending, or you never liked it in the first place, what’s the best way to do it? Luckily, there are tons of options these days—some of which allow you to benefit further than only less empties in landfills.
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I see eyebrow and lash tinting as “my face but better,” little steps which add definition and dimension to my face.
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As someone who never had skin issues prior—I couldn’t cope with my acne. However, your skin doesn't define you.
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I defer to Occam’s Razor when it comes to my skincare; the simplest routine has proved time and time again to yield the best results. I’m not a twelve to fourteen step lady—I stay around five.
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It’s moments like smelling Fleur de Peau for the first time that remind me how to enjoy the little things.
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For me, it’s important to keep up with routines when I’m on the road. It doesn’t take much effort to handpick what you know you love and buy an extra to take along.
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My first experience with Cosmedix was using their Purity Solution nourishing deep cleansing oil. Cleansing oil—used on dry skin—blew my mind. This was my first taste into the true art of skincare.
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Brandon Trauxe’s reason to start DECIEM appears to be simple: disrupt the beauty industry with their high prices and overcomplicated formulas.
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My voice started to tremble and before I knew it I was crying. “It’s been a really funky couple of weeks.” My mom handed me a tissue—she was in the room with me, and I suddenly felt like I was 16 again. I was 25.
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I see the entries I obviously wrote after drinking, entries I carefully crafted at a coffee shop on a Saturday morning, entries suffering the side effects of a particularly bumpy airplane ride.
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Nat and I decided we’d stray from the typical lengthy emails to each other and have a virtual back-and-forth conversation about being women in our current environments.
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