I hate my hands.
I understand that bodyhate and poor self-image are totally uncool, and I struggle to accept my hands as they are, but seriously, my hands are pretty ratchet. I do not like my tiny, chubby, stubby extremities. I yearn for other women’s long, graceful fingers and perfect nail beds while woefully giving my own clumsy mitts some harsh side-eye. Because of these phalangeal insecurities, I try to make my hands as unobtrusive as possible. That means steering clear of bright polishes and coating my claws with something easy and neutral.* Continue reading