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MarvelousMallard

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I Only Feel Put Together When My Nails Are Perfect

Every time I chip a nail, I feel like something in me cracks too. I sit at my desk, scraping off old polish, trying to erase the week—like maybe if my nails look clean, I will too. I spend an hour painting careful white lines, holding my breath, hating how shaky my hands get. I tell myself it’s just a little self-care, but really, I’m terrified of anyone seeing my bare, uneven nails. I don’t remember when I started caring this much, but now I can’t stop. Sometimes I wonder if I’d still feel like myself if I let them go. Or if I’d just feel exposed, unfinished, and a little bit lost. #BareFaceAnxiety #BeautyBurnout #MirrorFatigue #Beauty #Skincare

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TitaniumTiger

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I Forgot What My Real Face Looks Like

Every morning, I scrub and layer and blend, like I’m erasing the girl who woke up. I used to think it was just about looking clean, but now it’s like I’m building a mask I can’t take off—even when I’m alone. I keep deodorant in my bag, concealer in my pocket, and a tiny bottle of perfume for emergencies. I know exactly how to make my lashes clump just right, how to brush my lips so they look fuller, how to pick the shirt that hides my arms. Sometimes I wonder if my crush would even recognize me without all of it. Sometimes I wonder if I would. I stare at my bare face in the mirror at night and it feels like I’m meeting a stranger—one I’m not sure I want anyone else to see. #BareFaceAnxiety #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #Beauty

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I Haven’t Worn Shorts in Years

It’s summer again, and I’m sweating under jeans while everyone else’s legs are out. I tell people I’m cold, but really, I’m hiding the scars I’ve mapped across my skin since I was a kid. I know every trick—black tights, long socks, foundation that stains my sheets. I’ve even considered tattoos, but I’m scared of making something permanent out of something I’m supposed to be ashamed of. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my legs in the mirror, counting the marks, wondering if anyone else would notice. I want to stop caring, but I still flinch when someone’s eyes drift down. I wish I could say I’m past it, but I’m not. I just want to wear shorts without thinking about it at all. #SkinStory #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #Beauty #Skincare

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