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It’s a Friday night. 🌙
You’re home, determined to glow up your aura and your pores. ✨
You put on a face mask that smells like flowers and fear. 🌸😬
You light a pink candle. 🕯💗
You chant:
“I radiate divine beauty.”

You look in the mirror.
You look like a shiny sea creature going through something emotional. 🪼😔

You continue anyway.
You roll a crystal over your face. 💎
You whisper affirmations like:
“I am timeless. I am radiant. I am not my under-eye circles.” 🧘‍♀️

Then you Google “spiritual Botox.” 🤖
Then you close the tab. ❌
Then you cry a little. 😢
Then you moisturize with intention. 🧴🙏

You remove the mask.
You look again.
You still look like you. 👀

You sigh. 😮‍💨
You smile. 🙂
You whisper:
“Okay. I’m kind of cute.”

Moral?
Real magic isn’t changing your face.
It’s looking in the mirror and saying:
“Yup. That’s mine. I love her.” 💛🪞