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