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I Still Hide My Arms in Summer

I used to spend hours trimming my arm hair, convinced that every stray strand was a secret everyone could see. I’d sit on the edge of my bed, scissors in hand, snipping until my skin felt raw and my arms looked like someone else’s. Even now, I catch myself checking for patches I missed, running my fingers over the bumps, wondering if anyone notices. I wear long sleeves when it’s hot, pretending I’m cold, just to keep the questions away. It’s not about the hair. It’s about the feeling that I have to fix something before I can be seen. #BareSkinAnxiety #BeautyBurnout #SkinStory #Beauty

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I Never Let Anyone See My Real Arms

I can’t remember the last time I wore short sleeves without thinking about the hair on my arms. Every summer, I’d stand in the bathroom, razor in hand, watching the little dark lines disappear, only to feel them prick back up days later. Sometimes I’d try creams that stung or left my skin red and raw, or I’d sit on the edge of my bed with an epilator, pretending the pain was worth it. I’d check my arms in the mirror, over and over, searching for patches I missed. If someone brushed against me, I’d pull away, worried they’d feel the stubble. I don’t know if anyone else ever noticed, but I did. I always did. It’s exhausting, this secret routine. I wish I could stop caring, but I don’t know how to unlearn it. #BareSkinAnxiety #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #Beauty

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