My Feet Are Never Soft Enough

I scrub my feet until the skin flakes off in little white curls. I pretend it’s just about hygiene, but really, I’m chasing some idea of softness I’ve never actually felt. Every time I drag the pumice stone across my heel, I remember the first time someone laughed at my cracked soles in gym class. I was twelve. I still check my feet before I let anyone see them—like they’re proof of how much I care, or don’t care, about myself. I soak, I scrub, I moisturize, but the roughness always comes back. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever stop feeling embarrassed about something as small as my feet. #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #Beauty #Skincare