This is my sanctuary. There is something about the feeling of coming home after a long day, spreading some flowers in the bathtub with a few drops of oil and a handful of bath salts while the steam builds up and the fog covers the mirror. This is my sanctuary and its the one place I can wash the day away and feel truly beautiful. I don’t have a lot of time to take care of myself anymore and heaven knows it can be tough finding peace and quiet. This is my sanctuary.