Somewhere between scrolling TikTok tutorials at 1 a.m. and panic-styling your hair five minutes before leaving the house, you realize… complicated hairstyles are overrated. Because honestly, who has the patience for twelve-step braids, three different curling irons, and enough hairspray to glue down a spaceship? Not me, not you, and definitely not on a Monday…
I know you’ve stood in front of your closet like, “Ugh, I have nothing to wear,” while staring at a mountain of clothes, right? I had done the same. But here’s the thing—you don’t need a 50-piece wardrobe to look cute. What you really need are a few simple outfits that always hit. Think oversized…
Okay, picture this: it’s December, you’re sipping hot cocoa in your fuzzy socks, Mariah Carey is on repeat, and suddenly you realize—your nails need to match the holiday vibe. Because baby, can you even hold a peppermint mocha without festive nails? Didn’t think so. Last year, I showed up with candy cane tips and my…
Have you ever woken up to a breakout the size of your anxiety and thought, “WHY ME… and WHY TODAY?” Because I feel the same. I’ve been that girl standing in front of the mirror, like, what did I do to deserve this skin drama? I’ve tried it all midnight “miracle” product hauls, DIY toothpaste…
Have you ever looked at someone’s mani and thought, “Wow, she definitely summers in the South of France and says ‘Mummy’ instead of ‘Mom’”? Same. That, my love, is the power of old money: quiet, clean, classy… and low-key screaming wealth without trying at all. But like, do you need a trust fund to pull…
Being a “clean girl” isn’t just about slicked-back buns, Hailey Bieber nails, or gua sha-ing your cheekbones into oblivion (though… obsessed). It’s about the energy. The peace. The soft routines. The quiet confidence. It’s waking up and choosing calm over chaos. Nourishment over noise. Boundaries over burnout. Clean girl glow is not just genetics or…
Okay, bestie, let’s get one thing straight: I don’t fall for internet hype easily. Like at all. Everyone and their chihuahua could be raving about something, and I’ll still be sitting there with my arms crossed like, “Yeah, no thanks.” Perfect example? I refused to watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S. for YEARS because literally every person I knew…
