I Don’t Remember My Real Nails Anymore

I used to think a new set of nails would fix everything. Every chip, every uneven edge, every time my hands looked tired or small or just not enough—I’d book the appointment, sit under the UV, and watch my fingers transform into something sharp and clean and worthy. But now, I can’t remember what my real nails look like. I file and buff and cure and shape, but underneath, my hands feel like strangers. When the polish cracks or the polygel lifts, I panic. I hide my hands in photos. I avoid touching things that might break the illusion. Sometimes I stare at the acetone bowl, waiting for the fake to dissolve, and wonder if I’ll ever be okay with what’s left. I don’t know how to stop wanting my hands to look like someone else’s. #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty