My Hands Never Looked Like Theirs

I started noticing my hands in photos—dry knuckles, bitten nails, little cuts that never seemed to heal. I’d shove them in my pockets during meetings, embarrassed by how rough they looked next to everyone else’s polished fingers. Every night, I’d slather on cream, massaging it in like an apology. I bought special oils, wore gloves to bed, even tried those weird avocado masks. Still, the cracks came back. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just my hands, or if I’m always chasing softness I’ll never have. I don’t remember when I started hiding them, but now it feels automatic. Like I’m protecting something fragile, or maybe just tired of pretending I’m not. #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #Beauty #Skincare