Every morning, I shake loose powder into the lid and try not to think about how my bare skin looks in the bathroom mirror. I swirl the brush, tap off the excess, and hope it hides the shine and the red patches I can’t stop noticing. Sometimes I catch myself holding my breath, waiting for the powder to erase the parts of my face I still haven’t made peace with. I’ve learned to avoid direct sunlight and always check my reflection in my phone before stepping outside—just in case there’s a white patch I missed. It’s exhausting, this quiet routine. I wonder what it would feel like to just walk out the door, skin unfiltered, and not worry if anyone sees me before I’m ready. #BareFaceAnxiety #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #Beauty #Makeup