Last summer, I spent a week in Miami with nothing but a passport, a suitcase,
Okay real talk — I spent most of my teenage years hating my hair. Every
I’ll be honest — I didn’t even know what “Birkin bangs” were called until my
I’ll be honest — I resisted the French bob for way too long. I kept
So I cut my hair into a pixie and loved every second of it —
I still remember sitting in a salon chair for almost two hours, trying to describe
Three hours before my college roommate’s wedding, her carefully pinned updo started falling apart. Not
So I walked into the salon one day, showed the stylist a crumpled Pinterest screenshot,
I still remember sitting in the salon chair, heart pounding, watching my locs hit the
Three years ago my neighbor Gloria showed up at my door looking completely different. Same