Annie Walton Doyle

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

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.

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.

Aside from knitting and prescribed medications, beauty products are the thing that helps me out the most during a bout of depression. Sound crazy? Read on.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Acne is a frustrating problem to treat. From zinc supplements to Witch Hazel, here are 10 natural acne remedies you've got to try!