Hot Yoga…and a Mexican Hot Chocolate Tart
This is what I know for sure (Ahem…cue my inner Oprah): Hot yoga is not loyal to my twist out. Not. At. All. Stepped into that class and that heat, honeyyyyy, it triiiiiiiiiiiied all of my black.girl.magic. Stepped out of that class and my hair was less like Cheetos and more like Cheese Puffs. And … Continue reading Hot Yoga…and a Mexican Hot Chocolate Tart