If you’re anything like me, there was a point during the quarantine in which you became really unhappy with your appearance. For me, it came eight weeks in, when my Botox had worn off and the last of my lash extensions fell off, revealing something I have not seen in over two years: my naked, droopy eyes. It was a humbling moment.

For some of you, it may have been seeing the gray roots in your hair, for others it might have been shaggy locks that grew over your ears and into your eyes, and for…