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It’s safe to say clean beauty is having a moment right now. With so many of us becoming more and more concerned about what’s going in our bodies, that means we’re also becoming mindful of what we’re putting on our bodies, including our cosme
Back when I was a cub newspaper reporter, my editor informed me that my next assignment was to interview the group Destiny’s Child. Unaware that one member of the trio would go on to become the greatest living icon, I fretted about how little time