I Take Baths to Escape My Own Reflection

I used to think a bath could wash the day off me. I’d pour in the salts, swirl the water, and pretend the steam could melt away the way I hate my skin. I’d read about self-care, about rituals, about glowing from the inside out. But mostly, I just wanted to disappear for a while—sink under the water and not have to see myself in the mirror, not have to notice every flaw magnified by the bathroom light. Sometimes I add lavender, sometimes nothing at all. I sit there until my fingers wrinkle, trying to remember what it felt like to be comfortable in my own body. The bath never fixes it. But for a few minutes, I can pretend I’m not fighting myself. #MirrorFatigue #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #Beauty