In my early teens I read a lot of glossy magazines. To say I read them, in fact, implies a passivity that was never quite present; I inhaled them. I devoured them like forgotten religious texts; committed them, noun, verb and predicate, to memory and heart. So it was that by age 16 I was
I’m putting ‘beauty’ in inverted commas because I’m pretty sure nobody uses these things to be beautiful. I don’t get up every morning and spend twenty minutes painting my face with oh-so-subtle cosmetics because I think I’m some sort of stunner. Women wear makeup to try and look normal, because even if we know that
Hairdresser anxiety is a real thing – I know I can’t be alone in this. A salon visit is, at heart, a wholly unnatural experience: an array of strangers pulling and scrubbing at your head while you you try to avoid eye contact with your own reflection, and pretend to feel at ease. Your hairdresser will
I’m not a beauty-haul kind of girl. My eyeliner is always wonky, my hair never looks like the YouTube girls. For a long time I thought this was because I lacked some essential talent, but I’ve since come to terms with the fact that I just don’t care. Not enough to spend twenty-five minutes on
Selfies are a funny phenomenon, aren’t they? Since the advent of Myspace and forward-facing cameras they’ve developed this terrible reputation for vanity, duck-face-pouts and self indulgence. But for many of us, the truth is that being on-camera is an awkward and uncomfortable experience, and self portraits are a powerful tool against that. BUT WHY DO
Below are all the ‘beauty tips’ I have memorised and tried to live by, at some stage or another. Want to be beautiful? Internalise these. Learn all of your flaws by heart along with their temporary fixes, but accept that you will only ever be able to address a handful at once and therefore will always
My name is Sara and I am a hair idiot. When they were handing out the ability to do nice things with your hair, I was presumably in the queue for daytime napping, or biscotti-baking (vote for me, btw!) . I just have absolutely no hair ability. This means I never ever look fancy. My
Beauty blogger I am not, but in my small-ish rant about the ‘natural beauty’ myth, I promised to share the handful of products I do use and enjoy. On the whole, I find the effectiveness standard of most mainstream beauty products depressingly low – a fact supported by the cosmetic companies resorting to photoshop in
I’m a bit fed up of being made to feel ugly. It’s not by anyone who actually knows me or sees me, I should add – but, like any dutiful 21-centurion, I care not for these opinions and choose instead to listen to the advertisers, manufacturers and purveyors of all things ‘female’. This morning whilst