I Hide My Tiredness in Soft Lighting

I light candles and soak his feet in water that smells like oranges. My hands move the way tutorials taught me—thumbs pressing, fingers circling, careful not to tickle. He sighs, says it feels good. I nod, but I’m not really here. I wonder if he notices the roughness on my own hands, the way I keep my sleeves pulled down. I give comfort because I don’t know how to ask for it. I know how to create calm for someone else, but I can’t remember the last time I let myself rest. Sometimes, I think I’m only gentle with others because I don’t know how to be gentle with myself. #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #SkinStory #Beauty #Skincare