This month marks my one-year anniversary of living alone. Completely, totally, no-parents, no-sorority-sisters, no-cats alone. And in that time, I've developed some weird beauty habits. Like keeping a few pairs of socks in the cabinet under the sink, so that when I nick my legs shaving, I can pull them on to stop the bleeding. (Band-Aids are my personal bobby pins -- as in, I never, ever have one around.) Or chilling in bed watching
Bachelor in Paradise with nothing but a
sheet mask on...my vagina.
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