A Little Story Just For You

Once upon a time,

in a very peculiar land,

there lived a girl who was in denial about her girliness.

For most of her childhood, she was tomboy (of sorts). 

And after the age of 10 she rose up in outward rebellion against the color pink. 

She even went through a wanna-be skater/punk phase at one point.

Then one day, she graduated from high school, 

got her braces off, 

and all of a sudden resembled a real girl. 

(Not a straggly, no real connection to any one style, awkward-phase girl). 

And I guess that must have been when it happened;

when she finally became "girly" even though she despises that word. 

(And she would, for the record, like you to know that 

she is still in open rebellion against pink, hearts, and most florals).

One day, not too long ago,
the girl suddenly developed a new obsession with nail polish.
The more sparkly the better.
She even let her mother talk her into this new, gel polish.
It's supposed to last for 2 weeks. No chipping!
So the girl got a pretty magenta color in the gel.

Well, the gel did last for two weeks.
And then another week after that.
So, after three weeks, the girl decided it was time to move on.
You know, change it up a bit.
So she got out the nail polish remover and got to work.
She worked and she worked and she worked.
Until finally she realized:
 the super gel polish is apparently resistant to acetone.
Great. Now the girl had 3-week old gel nails that were grown out,
and no way to get rid of them.
AND she had already painted her toes in a color that DEFINITELY didn't match.
What to do?

Then, stroke of genius.
I'll file the gel off! Thought the girl.
So for hours she labored, filing and filing and filing.
Until finally she realized, this gel was no ordinary gel.
The gel had become a part of her.
It infused itself into her nails, never to be removed.
So, accepting the new member of her body,
the girl decided just to paint over it.

So she did.
But by that time she was so tired of fussing with her nails
that she did a really crappy paint job.
In a sparkly teal-blue no less.
So naturally she had to remove that paint job.
But OH NO! She ran out of acetone.
So, at the end of the day,
the girl had magenta-gel infused finger nails...
with sparkly blue outlines.
And she just had to accept it and go to bed.
And then go to work the next day with her nails looking like
they couldn't decide what color to be so they just said
"to heck with it".

Do you see? Can you SEE the infusion?

At least, thought the girl, my toes look pretty.

I know ya'll probably didn't ever want to be this intimate with my feet.

And then two days later she painted over her nails again.
THIS time, being more careful.

Pretty.

And once again, all was right in the world.