I Learned to Hide My Face Like Hazardous Waste
I used to think my skin was just something to fix. Every morning, I’d layer on foundation with the same careful hands I’d use to handle chemicals in the lab—gloves on, don’t touch, don’t breathe too deep. I’d stare at the mirror and see every flaw bubbling up, waiting to be covered, neutralized, made safe for public view.
Sometimes I’d imagine what it would be like to just let it all show—the redness, the scars, the way my cheeks flush when I’m anxious. But the idea felt dangerous, like leaving ethanol out with no label, no warning. So I kept hiding, kept freezing myself in place, hoping nobody would see the mess underneath.
I wish I could say I’m done with it. But most days, I still treat my face like something that could hurt me if I’m not careful.
#BareFaceAnxiety #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #Beauty
