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Why Taking Selfies Can Actually Damage Your Skin
The first thing I do when I wake up is check my phone for texts—just in case I suddenly got popular overnight. Then I scroll through the day’s headlines and my Insta feed. Next, I peruse Apple Music to find the perfect soundtrack to my morning routine before tapping up an Uber to take me […]
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How to Protect Your Skin From Pollution (and Why You Should Care)
For the last few months, I’ve been riding my bike to work. Though it’s allowed me to avoid the TTC and wedge in 30 minutes of exercise at the start and end of my work day, the downside is that it’s put me directly on the receiving end of all the traffic pollution. I cringe […]
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The best beauty splurges: 12 skincare, hair and makeup products that are worth the investment
Photography by Carlo Mendoza Consider us your official advisers on where to wisely spend your beauty dollars (and time).
HAIRBRUSH | FACIAL OIL | RED LIPSTICK | RETINOL | COLOUR-PROTECTING MASK | SIGNATURE SCENT | CONCEALER | CLEANSING BRUSH | LASH & BROW SERUM | MASCARA | NAIL POLISH | HAIR DRYER
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On the defense: Whether you call them beauty marks or moles, we report on the latest ways to keep tabs on your skin spots
Photography: model by Peter Stigter; product by Nicole Stafford By Malwina Gudowska
While most childhood memories are composed of bosom friends and pivotal events, my youthful days can be mapped out in a connect-the-dots trajectory—literally. I rarely spent serious time in the sun, but I have plenty of little dark marks on my skin, including the four moles on one side of my face that I’ve had since birth.
At seven, when I dressed up as Madonna circa 1984 for Halloween, my mother drew a small mark above my lip with her brown eyeliner to mimic Madge’s signature mole. A couple of years later, as if I’d willed it to happen, a mark appeared above my lip, just a centimetre down from where the Material Girl’s spot had been. I was no longer a fake; I was part of the Marilyn (Monroe), Cindy (Crawford) and Madonna club. Plus, my mole quintet was complete! But what I thought was a blessing—who wouldn’t like the comparison to Cindy Crawford?—became a curse when a cruel classmate took notice and used it as a source of inspiration for his playground intimidation tactics. Upset and teary-eyed, I sought refuge near the balance beams, and a teacher came up to ask what had happened. “David says that if you connect all the moles on my face, they make an upside-down house,” I said.
“Those aren’t moles, my dear,” the teacher replied. “Those are beauty marks.”