Sat at my ex's sister's wedding last year, holding a flute of something that cost more than my first car, when her uncle asked what I "did" and I said hairdresser and he just... nodded, slow, like I'd told him I collect bottle caps. The canapés were tiny triangles of nothing on crackers and I'd already eaten three before realizing they were meant to last the whole reception. Felt like I'd walked into someone else's life wearing my best shirt and still smelling of bleach and hairspray. 🍾