Yeah, so I've always had a thing about my hands. There's always one part of a woman's body that no matter how thin, thick, tan or pale they are, they still hate. The hands are mine. Even when I had that cute teenage body that I thought was fat (I'm angry at myself now for thinking that) my hands were just, bleh.
I was a nail polish addict. Constantly buying up and finding new polishes. Trying to paint my nails thinking somehow that would make them appear less childish and more womanly. However, when I would get nervous I'd bite my poor little nails on my little hands down so far it wouldn't make a difference.
Then I discovered something amazing: acrylic nails. They were my life blood for a long time. They made my hands look womanly, they gave me amazing confidence and they were just all around awesome. I was a huge fan. Then, I was getting ready to go to college and going and getting a set of acrylics all the time wasn't exactly cost effective on my limited budget. So, the nails had to go...
Oh how I missed them. However, last week my mom took me to a doctor's appointment in Salt Lake and afterwards decided we should get our nails done. Especially after such a disappointing and upsetting appointment (more details on that later), I was thrilled with the prospect of a little pampering. And, I'll tell you something...
I feel amazing.
So, as I've talked about before, make sure to make time for yourself and do things that make you happy. Even something as trivial as a set of acrylic nails can give you a whole new outlook on life.
It also helped that I got my hair cut and colored later on in that week. It was like icing on a very amazing cake.
Sorry that this post is just, blah...I've got a lot on my mind that I'll elaborate later.