Color my hair, do what I dare; Shania Twain said it best and man, do I feel like a woman. But after a month of coloring, cutting, braiding, twisting, and pinning I am beginning to feel more like steel wool. If you’re like me and have naturally soft and silky hair, you’ll agree we didn’t … Continue reading
Surpassing Drake’s “YOLO” and the ubiquitous “the struggle is real,” this catchphrase has become my daily motto. I CAN’T. I CANNOT*. It’s perfect and applies to my general lack of patience in the dusk of my collegiate career. The Lord is testing me. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, maybe it’s us getting grumpy with age, … Continue reading
When I work out, I sweat. Sorry, not sorry… I’m not one of those girls who likes to go to the gym in full hair and makeup like a Kardashian, but at a school like Carolina I’m doomed to run into every cute boy or TA I’ve ever had while I’m red-faced after cycling. Eye … Continue reading
I hate to admit it when my mother is right about something. But looking at old photos of her in her teens, homegirl had amazing hair. Bouncy and shiny with almost no heat styling. How did she do it? Foam rollers. Pros: Cheap. So cheap. Like $2 cheap at Ulta. Doesn’t wreck or ravage hair … Continue reading
I’m an old pro when it comes to hair color. A natural medium brunette, I’ve been darker, lighter, red, gold, caramel and even once slightly purple. Usually I prefer to be a kitchen beautician because salons frown upon eating sandwiches and dancing during the coloring process. No such restrictions in my bathroom! If you have … Continue reading
In 21 years of life, I have been called many names. I get it, Rahels are rare, Rachels are a dime a dozen. So day after day, people superimpose the letter “C” into my first name. There have been other more original variations: Rahul: an Indian gentleman from Bangalore Rachelle: doing the most Raul: your … Continue reading
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