I Scrub My Makeup Sponge Like It’s a Confession

Every week, I stand over the sink, squeezing foundation out of my beauty blender like I’m trying to erase proof that I ever needed it. The water turns the color of my face—beige, streaked with guilt and old breakouts I tried to hide. I scrub and rinse, hoping the sponge will come clean, but it never really does. There’s always a faint stain, a reminder that no matter how much I wash, I can’t undo the hours I spent pressing it against my skin, chasing a version of myself I thought looked better. Sometimes I wonder if I’m cleaning the sponge or just trying to wash off the feeling that I’m only presentable when I’m covered up. #BareFaceAnxiety #BeautyBurnout #SkinStory #Beauty #Makeup