After pretty much a lifetime of building my identity around being low-maintenance and semi-butch, I am suddenly getting huuuuuge into nail polish. And also feeling super interested in accumulating a bunch of makeup.
On one hand, it’s fun to play around with my image and make myself into a living work of art. On the other hand, this is all playing hell with my internalized misogyny.
So far, the fun side is winning. But I have tentative plans to get foot fetishists to buy nail polish for me in exchange for photos, since I can’t afford to be buying extraneous shiny things right now.