I Never Learned My Real Skin Color

I’ve spent years staring at my jawline in harsh store lights, dabbing on stripes of beige that never quite disappear. I always thought if I found the right shade, I’d finally feel like myself. But every bottle is a guess—too yellow, too pink, too much like a mask I can’t take off. Sometimes I wonder if I even know what my face looks like without that layer. I avoid mirrors in daylight. I blend and blend, hoping nobody notices the line at my neck, the way my skin never matches itself. I keep old bottles in a drawer, proof of all the times I tried to get it right and failed. Maybe it’s not about finding the perfect color. Maybe I’m just tired of hiding under it. #BareFaceAnxiety #MirrorFatigue #SkinStory #Beauty #Makeup