Phoebe was determined not to let her son become rowdy, truck-obsessed, or dress only in blue. But her attempts at building a gender-neutral wardrobe for him were more complicated than she expected.

Lydia, vintage seller and self-described “custodian of stuff,” remembers drowning in kid’s clothes by the time her son turned one, and offers advice for organizing and minimizing the steady stream of garments that come with raising a growing child.

There’s unseen labor in any retail job, but in Casey Gilly’s case, the “unseen” was an actual haunting of the mall store where she worked. She tried to do something about it, but the paranormal activities only escalated from unsettling to utterly terrifying.

As an immigrant and woman of color, finding my community helped me repair my burnout from years of striving to fit in. It also inspired my entire approach to beauty and wellness.

Tattoos are fascinating, beautiful and paradoxical forms of expression. In this tattoo tour, contributors bare their souls and share what having tattoos means to them, especially when it comes to connecting with their own bodies.

My chronic disease causes “monster hands,” ulcers in my eyes, and other body horrors, and I’m happy to talk about all of it (plus poop).

For many of us, beauty means dealing with body conditions that no one really wants to talk about, so the Slow Notion Team will! There are no 24k gold masks or jade rollers on this must-have list.

Ready to get off of the Glossier bandwagon? Here’s a list of eco-conscious alternatives to some of your favorite Glossier skincare products.

After experiencing a miscarriage and other painful losses, I bought a lot of aspirational clothing that I didn’t wear. Clearing out my closet became a process of making peace with my current reality.

MP Guillot of Ungarbage Magazine reflects on her past strategy of dressing to impress, and how she aims to curate a post-pandemic style uniform that doesn’t do anything but represent her true self.

As a fashion historian, I studiously dressed the part in sophisticated clothes. A year of quarantine gave me a chance to get dressed with less pressure and more play.

In writing this essay, I uncovered a history of self-loathing and reliance on external validation. Now I use mindfulness to explore my true personal style — and accept myself in the process.

There’s a certain disdain in the science community for those who focus too much on their appearance. I tried to fit in by wearing indistinct outfits. When I was furloughed because of the pandemic, I traded my wallflower attire for a bold 1960s op art-inspired wardrobe.

I’m an adult who collects dolls. I’ve freed myself from the stigma associated with this hobby, but now I’m starting to confront the hyper-consumerism and environmental repercussions that come with building a collection.

Some of us don’t want — or can’t afford — to buy vintage clothing. I developed a practical, comfortable, liberating, second-hand style that’s all my own.

When I was in college, I started a style blog just for fun. But when I tried to blog for a living, I fell into a cycle of over-consumption and guilt. This is my journey recovering from blogger burnout.

Paying your dues is an out-of-date and backwards attitude found in many industries. In my field, graphic design, there is no lack of old timers who love to tell stories about the abuse they endured, almost relishing it like a badge earned. I’m not following that path.

I know the urge to nest before the baby arrives is strong. I would advise new parents to focus on the bare necessities. Your life is about to get so much more complicated but also infinitely more beautiful. Trust that the material items you need will come into your life one way or another.

My possessions survived the wildfires that swept through Paradise, Calif., In 2018, but I wasn’t able to return home for six months. That rootless feeling comes back to me every time I worry about being displaced again by an ecological disaster.

After wildfires rolled through Paradise, Calif, I didn’t know whether to mourn or hope as I waited two months to find out whether all of my possessions had gone up in smoke. I also didn’t anticipate how much guilt I would associate with my attachments to my stuff.