After removing my hair extensions and eyelash extensions, everything suddenly felt very… real. The first few days were a little strange. I would catch my reflection and pause for a moment, almost as if I needed time to recognize myself again. I felt lighter, more exposed, a bit out of my usual comfort zone. And yet, underneath that unfamiliar feeling, there was something surprisingly pleasant.
What I loved the most was the sense of relief. The feeling that I didn’t have to keep up with anything anymore. No maintenance schedules, no constant checking, no quiet pressure in the back of my mind. Just me, as I am, moving through my days. Washing my hair became quick and simple, almost meditative. Styling it took minutes, not effort. There was something very freeing in that simplicity.
The lashes were a slightly different story. Suddenly, mascara became part of my mornings again. At first, it felt like extra work, something I wasn’t used to anymore. For the first few days, I didn’t wear any mascara at all. I honestly felt a bit like a bird without feathers – vulnerable, unfinished, unsure.
But then something shifted. 💫
I started using a lash growth serum, and little by little, I began to feel more comfortable with my natural face. And here’s something I didn’t expect: when you really get used to yourself without makeup, even something as simple as mascara becomes powerful. The contrast is beautiful. The effect is WOW. I genuinely recommend experiencing that – allowing yourself to be bare, and then choosing enhancement instead of hiding.
At that point, I felt good. Calm. And most importantly, I felt pretty to myself. That quiet, private feeling of liking what you see – even when no one else is watching. That matters more than anything.
Life otherwise went on in its usual rhythm. Errands. The gym. Coffee with friends. And also coffee just with myself, because we absolutely deserve our own company too. I had a photoshoot with my photographer friend (get excited, photos coming soon). I ate lots of good food – I caught a cold, and pho has once again proven to be both comfort and medicine.
And to finish this whole French bob chapter properly, I painted my nails and toes red. A small detail, but it somehow tied everything together. A quiet nod to the whole French-girl moment I seem to be living right now.
Tell me – what have you been up to lately?
I really mean it. I’d love to know.
XO, Zuzi ✨
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