Keep scrolling to find out 3 D.I.Y. products you can make for the most relaxing spa day at home. ** 1. Coconut Coffee Body Scrub for a D.I.Y. Spa Day This scrub is seriously so easy to make. It’s perfect for any D.I.Y. spa day, because you just need two ingredients: coconut oil and coffee grounds. All you need to do is melt the coconut oil so it turns into a liquid, and then stir in the coffee grounds....
FOUR days in, and oh man, is this fun!! Seriously are you not LOVING the extra LOVE you are feeling!?! Cuz get ready for MORE! Operation: Don’t Leave The Couch is about to commence… MATERIALS NEEDED: – Loveseat Lounge Printables – A SUPER easy dinner {that you can eat on your couch} – Blankets to cuddle under – Favorite Movie {i.e. Netflix or Redbox} LOVE CHALLENGE – DAY 4: Loveseat Lounge reservation for 2!...
While you’re out enjoying the music and having full-on photo shoots for the ‘gram (no judgment here!), you want your hair to look and feel as fresh as possible. If you’re camping out for a whole weekend of festival activities, you’re going to need some festival hair care essentials to get you through the entire experience. Check out our absolute must-haves: ** “Wash” with a dry shampoo When it comes to festival hair care essentials, you want the process to be quick and easy but still effective....
Mental illness does not discriminate on the basis of identity or background. Why, then, are people of color often silenced, ignored, and excluded from the discussion? White-centricism not only takes over the narrative of mental health, it consumes media representation, access to services/resources, and even community support. People of color aren’t visible in this conversation, and that alone impacts our mental health by making it harder for us to believe and identify our struggles....
I had travelled with my aunt to spend Thanksgiving weekend at the home of relatives.This arm of the gene pool had done very well for itself and lived in a mansion next to a famous person. From the moment I stepped onto the property I sensed the house knew I didn’t belong. Yes, I am that person who paints their nails red over expensive white broadloom. But I mean well. It was to be a two-night stay, or as I fondly remember it, a million gazillion family-contact nano-seconds....
