I lost my V-line in a bowl of ramen... There's a steamed bun sitting in the mirror right now.

I should have resisted that temptation yesterday. It's not me in the mirror right now, but a freshly steamed bun. I know full well how frightening spicy ramen late at night can be, but why did I still reach for my chopsticks then? My eyelids are swollen and half-closed, and the thought of going to work and meeting people today is already making my heart race and making me anxious. I'm so shy that if someone even said, "What's wrong with your face?" I'd want to hide in a corner all day. This is a serious problem. I've been diligently monitoring my skin, even using a skin tracking app, and even getting gua sha massages, but I never dreamed that one late-night snack would betray my efforts like this. When I eat healthy, stay hydrated, and take care of my inner beauty, things seem to improve slowly, but they come crashing down in an instant. I'm so upset that I'm holding a spoon frozen in the freezer to my eye. I hope this swelling will subside by lunchtime. From now on, no matter how hungry I am on a night, I'll just hold on, remembering this miserable sight in the mirror. I've made a firm resolution to myself. I hope you all have a restful night, not starting the morning with regret and self-reproach like I did. Today, I'm going to bow my head like a sinner, drinking only warm water, and trying to empty myself from the inside out.