I Thought Brown Hair Would Make Me Softer

I keep telling myself it’s just hair, but every time I mix the henna, I’m hoping for something more than a new shade. I want to look in the mirror and see someone less harsh, less tired, less… me. I stand in the bathroom, gloves on, plastic everywhere, and smear this muddy paste onto my roots. The smell is earthy and honest. I wish I could be that. Instead, I’m scrubbing dye off my forehead, wondering if this time I’ll finally feel like I belong in my own skin. It’s not about being brown-haired. It’s about not feeling like a mistake every time I catch my reflection. I rinse, towel off, and stare. It’s still me. Just a little quieter, maybe. But I’m still waiting for the softness to sink in. #MirrorFatigue #HairDyeConfessions #BeautyBurnout #Beauty #HairCare