Annie Walton Doyle

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

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.

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

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

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

It’s a prime example of what I’ve known all along: that the true crime interest and the niceness of a person are not mutually exclusive.

Not often am I willing to declare myself as any sort of spokeswoman, but I am happy to speak for all of us when I say: thank Baby J winter is endin

Do you have a good side? I definitely don’t have a preferred “side.” I am sometimes pictures of myself for my job, and I don’t know which side is better.

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

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.