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FeistyFerret

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My Hair Was Never Just Hair

I used to count the split ends like tally marks for every time I failed at being 'put together.' Every bottle in my shower promised softness, but my hair always felt brittle—like it knew I was faking it. I’d avoid mirrors after washing, terrified of the frizz, the dryness, the way my hair never looked like the girls in ads. Sometimes I’d spend an hour with a mask on, hoping for a miracle. Sometimes I’d just tie it up and pretend I didn’t care. But I did. I still do. No one tells you how exhausting it is to fight with something that’s supposed to be a part of you. #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #HairInsecurity #Beauty #HairCare

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GazeGem

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I Missed My Old Hair More Than I Missed Myself

There’s a photo of me at 17, hair thick and shiny, and I still scroll back to it like it’s proof I was once okay. Now, every time I run my fingers through my hair, I feel the split ends catch and the frizz tangle around my knuckles. I’ve tried every mask, every oil, every promise in a bottle. I stopped dyeing, stopped heat-styling, stopped pretending it didn’t bother me. But I still avoid mirrors on humid days. I still tie my hair up before anyone can see how dry it looks. I wonder if people notice, or if it’s just me, mourning the version of myself who didn’t think about her hair at all. I want to believe it’ll grow back healthy, but some days, it feels like I’m waiting for someone who isn’t coming home. #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #HairInsecurity #Beauty #HairCare

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SnappySnowFox

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I Only Felt Pretty When My Hair Was Bigger

Every morning, I stare at my flat hair in the mirror and feel a wave of disappointment. It’s like my head is a blank page, and I’m desperate to scribble something bold enough to distract from the rest of me. I tease and spray and flip my head upside down, fingers sticky with mousse. The more I try to make my hair stand up, the more I wonder if I’m just trying to fill some other emptiness. I skip conditioner even though my ends are dry, because limp hair feels like giving up. After work, I brush out the knots and watch clumps fall into the sink. I tell myself it’s worth it. But sometimes, I wonder if I’d recognize myself if I just let my hair be. #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #HairInsecurity #Beauty #HairCare

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GlacierGust

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I Only Felt Pretty When My Hair Was Bigger Than My Head

I used to spend twenty minutes every morning teasing my hair into a bump, pinning and smoothing until it looked like it belonged to someone else. I told myself it was just a style, but really, I was hiding. The bigger the bump, the smaller I felt underneath it. I’d brush and spray and pin, not because I loved the look, but because I hated how flat my hair was without it. I hated how flat I felt. If my hair fell during the day, I’d panic in the bathroom, redoing it in a silent war with my own reflection. No one ever said anything, but I could feel the difference in how I carried myself. I wish I could say I stopped caring, but some days, I still reach for the comb, just to see if I can make myself feel taller. #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #HairInsecurity #Beauty #HairCare

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