I Thought Flakes Meant I Was Dirty

I used to think dandruff was just about being unclean. Every time I saw those white flakes on my shoulders, I’d panic—scrubbing my scalp raw, layering on oils, switching shampoos like it was a personality trait. I’d avoid wearing black, even if it was my favorite shirt, just so no one would see. I tried every natural remedy I could find—tea tree oil that burned, coconut oil that left my hair greasy, lemon juice that stung. Nothing really worked. I’d catch myself checking my hair in every bathroom mirror, brushing away flakes before anyone else could notice. It’s exhausting, pretending it’s not there. I still feel the urge to apologize for my scalp, like it’s a character flaw. I wish I could stop seeing myself as a problem to fix. #SkinStory #BeautyBurnout #BareFaceAnxiety #Beauty #HairCare