Annie Walton Doyle

In life, there’s not much I love more than a good bitch. I’d take a mean, hilarious person over a “nice” bland-y any day of the week.

There seems to be something about being a Millennial that is making me depressed. Our childhoods have left us particularly unprepared for the "real world."

It’s funny to think that sometimes I don’t have the energy to get off the couch, or to buy groceries, yet my face is constantly using said energy t

Who could have predicted at the turn of the century that one of the biggest (if not the biggest) trends in makeup would be contouring?

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!

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

Sometimes with skincare, it’s the satisfying science speak which lulls you into a state of security.

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