My fingernails.
They used to be soooo important to me.
I always wore nail polish.
For twenty years.
I still wear it occasionally.
I still buy it all the time.
But I don't think about keeping up appearances as much anymore.
I'm more inside than outside of myself.
It isn't that I've lost my self-image along the way to motherhood and artisthood. It has just been rearranged, reprioritized and reinternalized.
I like getting my hands dirty, making art, gardening, whatever. And it shows, so what! I am ok with it. Until I'm confronted with someone with perfect nails, then I let myself feel bad for 1.8 seconds. Then I'm over it. Onto the next thing.
1 comment:
I like your post. People have suggested to me, "relax, go get your nails done." I've never thought of getting my nails done as relaxing. My response is, "no, I like to use my hands." But really, I hate having yet one more thing to maintain.
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