Some body wash labels should read “Keep out of vagina.”
Because won't we all do whatever we can to find a little peace?
I grew up in a naked house. My mother considered it a sin to go five seconds past the front door without unhooking her bra and then flinging it like it was on fire across the room.
Learn from the mistakes resting in my product graveyard.
I'm probably no longer allowed to call myself low-maintenance.
Shopping for foundation for the first time is often a hair-rippingly frustrating experience that becomes even moreso if you’re not some shade of pale to medium beige.
The inner struggle over to dye or not to dye.
I’ve never had my butt and inner thighs rubbed so much and so intensely by anyone who didn't buy me a drink first.
Whether you know it or not, you guys already love these colors because I have been giving them some down-low promo right here on xoJane.
Now if someone could just created a windshield wiper for my lenses.
And after I almost started crying, an even more ridiculous thing happened.
And I kind of never want it to stop.