I Only Feel Put Together When My Hair Is Stiff

I used to think hairspray was just for dance recitals and prom nights, but now there’s a can in my bathroom that I reach for almost every morning. I tell myself it’s just to keep the frizz down, but really, it’s about feeling in control—like if my hair doesn’t move, maybe the rest of me won’t fall apart either. I know it’s bad for my hair. I can feel the crunch when I run my fingers through it, the way it tangles at the end of the day. But when I leave the house without it, I feel exposed, like everyone can see the flyaways and the parts of me I’m trying to hide. Some days, I wonder if I’ll ever stop caring about how every strand sits. Or if I’ll ever let myself be seen when my hair is soft and messy and real. #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty #HairCare