I Scrub My Feet Like I’m Erasing Myself

I never thought much about my feet until I realized how much I hated them. I soak them in hot water, watching the skin wrinkle, like maybe if I leave them in long enough, the parts I don’t like will dissolve. Epsom salt, lavender oil—none of it makes me feel softer. I scrub at the calluses until it stings, pretending I’m just exfoliating, not punishing. Sometimes I wonder if I’d even bother if no one ever saw them. If I didn’t have to think about how they look in sandals, or under the harsh lights at the nail salon. I always do one foot at a time, like I’m afraid to let both be bare at once. When I finally dry them off, I stare at the lines and rough patches that never really go away. I tell myself it’s just self-care, but it feels more like erasing evidence. #BeautyBurnout #SkinStory #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty #Skincare