I Still Hide My Arms in Summer

I used to spend hours trimming my arm hair, convinced that every stray strand was a secret everyone could see. I’d sit on the edge of my bed, scissors in hand, snipping until my skin felt raw and my arms looked like someone else’s. Even now, I catch myself checking for patches I missed, running my fingers over the bumps, wondering if anyone notices. I wear long sleeves when it’s hot, pretending I’m cold, just to keep the questions away. It’s not about the hair. It’s about the feeling that I have to fix something before I can be seen. #BareSkinAnxiety #BeautyBurnout #SkinStory #Beauty