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Hit it on the Nail.

Fun fact: my mom didn't let me grow my finger nails until I graduated high school. She thought I was too young to. Sometimes, I'd get away with being able to grow them out long enough to paint on geometric designs before she would catch me and I would painstakingly have to cut them. When I finally went to the nail shop in college, I instantly became hooked and it became my routine indulgence. It almost felt like a rite of passage into woman hood. I finally got to feel how most of my classmates felt years before me during prom season.

While I never got acrylics, I did move onto gel. Once I was able to afford getting them done consistently, I found my very own nail artist. And then ... COVID hit and I along the rest of the COVID fearing world had to do our own nails. Ask anyone that gets her nails done and they will all agree - a manicure can make you feel like a whole new woman. Personally, I can be in sweats with no makeup on, and still feel put together if my nails are on point. But here are a few things that just don't feel the same without a fresh set.

Having an attitude. The two-finger gun pointing at someone who can't drive while saying, "The fuck you doing?!" doesn't hold the same weight without long, manicured nails. A manicure can have you feeling like a queen on wheels screaming, "Move, bitch! Get out the way!" when short, unmanicured nails will have you saying "Sorry" to people who cut YOU off.

Wearing rings. Rarely will you see me wearing rings without a manicure, and close to never will I wear them with short nails. I already have tiny, stubby fingers and rings will only emphasize that. Might as well send me to Mordor with my precious while we're at it.

Taking photos. Nope. Just nope. I try to not even show my hands in my IG stories when my nails aren't done. To the left you'll find an actual photo of my hand without a manicure.

Sucking dick. Sucking dick turns me on, and I can't be turned on looking at my little non manicured hobbit hands wrapped around a dick. Don't get it twisted, I still does what I does, I just have to give myself a pep talk. Otherwise, it would affect the flick of the wrist, rhythm, and grip strength. You would think I've never touched a dick before! Thankfully, I don't need to use my hands #ayeeee.

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