The woman in my phone is pulling a small piece of black tape off her lips, smiling as she wiggles it in front of the camera. She undoes the clasp of a chin strap fastened at the back of her head. She peels off glistening overnight masks: one on her forehead, and one under each eye. She shakes free a mass of curly hair from a baby pink silk bonnet, rubs an oil into her roots, tells her audience she’s about to have an “everything shower”. 

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