How is it that whenever I stay at a nice hotel, its bathroom always has a counter way nicer than my own? I’m talking granite slabs, warm diffused lighting all round the huge mirror and lots of natural light coming in through the tall glass windows.
It’s so good that all my facial flaws suddenly seem so glaringly obvious, and I end up wondering if I’ve always looked like that even when I’m back in Singapore, where the humidity is supposed to make my skin age slower.
I’m in the midst of a new book I bought, PRETTY HONEST BY SALI HUGHES (I can’t recommend it enough), and Sali starts off with her grandmother’s beauty mantra. That got me thinking: What was my mantra?