I Still Hide My Scars, Even From Myself

Every morning, I run my fingers over the same patch of skin, half-expecting the scars to have faded overnight. They never do. I keep a drawer full of creams and gels—half-used, all promising something I can’t quite believe in anymore. I avoid mirrors when I undress. I tell myself it’s just skin, but I still pull my sleeves down when I’m around people, even in summer. Sometimes I forget they’re there, until I catch a glimpse and the shame rushes back, hot and stupid. I know I’m supposed to be patient, to trust the process, but mostly I just want to stop feeling like I have to cover up to be okay. #SkinStory #BareFaceAnxiety #MirrorFatigue #Beauty #Skincare