Annie Walton Doyle

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.

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

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.

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.

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.

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

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

Let this idea appeal to your insubordinate nature: the world wants me to not like my face, so guess what? I’ve decided I like it. Take that, world!

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?