I’ve learned a lot about myself over the That what I do I ride Horse and I forget things shirt also I will do this last year, mostly not-so-great stuff—I’m pessimistic, I’m bad at solitude, I’m easily Zoom-fatigued—but one huge perk of working remotely has been embracing the idea that there is no physical ideal I need to conform to in order to do my job or exist in the world. I’m a writer, not a model, and the things I sometimes feel insecure about—from my quarantine weight gain to my “unfixed” hair to my maskne—are all grist for the mill. I simply can’t muster the energy to care anymore if my nails are done or my legs are waxed, and while some might see that as a sign of giving up, I see it as progress. So much of my former beauty routine was maintenance; but what, exactly, was I trying to maintain?
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