I used to think red hair would make me feel bold, but mostly it just makes me anxious. Every time I wash it, I watch the color swirl down the drain and wonder if I’m losing a little more of myself with it. I ration shampoo like it’s gold. I avoid pools, the sun, even hugs if I’m worried about frizz or fading. My bathroom shelf is a graveyard of half-used conditioners and desperate fixes. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my roots, counting the days until I have to pretend I’m vibrant again. It’s exhausting, loving something that never stays. Some days, I wish I could just let it go and see who’s left underneath. #ColorFatigue #MirrorFatigue #BeautyBurnout #Beauty #HairCare