A few months back I was at the Village Market and stumbled upon an art exhibition that was running in one of the halls. Everything that was on display was amazing, vibrant and full of colour. I was drawn in by the images of black women.
I’ve tried quite a number of things in the last few years to try and get to the promised land of clear skin. That dewy, soft, blemish-free skin that stands as proof to the world that you are living your best life. You know, the kind that says that you are at peace with your inner… Continue reading Perfection is not beauty