Friends are waiting for me in a restaurant. I’m late – it’s taken me a very long time to get ready to come out – but even as I finally make it, even as I see them waving to me from the table, I can’t help myself.
I wave back, then point to the corner of the room where the loos are. Before I have even greeted them or apologised for my lateness, I am in the loo, in front of the mirror, checking my appearance.
I do this on dates too. I to see how I look before relaxing and enjoying the evening. Beauty anxiety is like that – it creeps up on you silently and slowly, but when it has you in its grip, you’re powerless to resist it.
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