The Power of the Pedi


A few years back I was reading an article about tattoos and some of the reasons people gave around them. Not just the design, the age at which they got one (or more), but also where they decided to have the ink. One of the interviewees said that they liked their design somewhere less visible. That the tattoo was for them to enjoy.

Perhaps on a similar note – one around things for the self, rather than things to be shown – there’s a few occasions where I’ll reach for the nail polish. Now, Chams regulars will know my paws are rarely sans paint, but that’s an often all too brief episode.

Toes, on the other… um… hand? 😉 are a different matter. There are times when the Fates allow things to fall just so, and I’m able to have the luxury of painting my toenails with no risk of having to rush the drying process.

A few days will pass and with my feet kept warm in socks and boots, there’s relatively low risk of outing myself to the kids and not being sporty, there’s no locker room trouble either.

In that time, I’m reminded that there are somethings just for me. A prettiness and a break from the usual plainness. The colour is just for me. There’s no need to share or show, and it helps me feel a little more okay about myself.

L x


  1. Years ago I read an interview in a women’s magazine with a woman who was promoting the idea of women wearing more exotic, bolder, prettier underwear; not for show, not for their partners, but purely for themselves, to feel more feminine, more sure of themselves in that they treated themselves to what they wanted just for themselves. Red, for instance, she said, empowers. “But,” the interviewer asked, “if nobody sees it, not least yourself, why bother with pricy, coloured or lacy stuff?” “But *I* know, it’s my compact with myself and I feel empowered, independent and cared for.” Psychologists who have studied this (I ask not how one becomes a psychology lingerie specialist) agree, that YOU know what you have chosen for yourself and that red does empower (this applies to men too), black makes you more sultry, pastels more feminine, even if not on view. For years I’ve painted my nails even if it’s just for me alone. I know they’re there, and that makes me happy. It connects me to my all-important feminine side. Sue x

    1. The idea of colours affecting our behaviour is both news to me and very interesting. I feel a spot of Internet based research coming on. 🙂

      Perhaps on a similar note – to colours and choices, not research 🙂 – the self care around deciding on body lotion, moisturising, perfume, etc pay over that. I don’t do those things for others. I do then because they make me feel good about myself.

      1. I am very much a temporal synaesthete ( I perceive time, be it days, dates or the passage of personal or human history, as colour-coded, sometimes called spatial-sequence synaesthesia), and colour generally has a strong effect on my mood and perception of events in many ways, and events take on colour codes in my mind. You should meet my trans-friendly (or trans-enthiusiast) GG friend Jan who is an amazing painter and is strongly synaesthetic. Many musicians perceive notes as colour tones and the whole sense-mix of synaesthesia is not uncommon, especially among arty types. There’s some more internet research for you, Lynn! Maybe my red or pink toenails are crying out “girl” even when I see them only in my mind, and possibly the red-knicker interviewee had a similar sense. Apart from that, we synaesthetes are often quite normal and don’t believe in ghosts, alien abduction or the merits of Boris Johnson. Sue x

        1. How interesting! Thanks for sharing, Sue. I had seen the term used in a few articles, but not heard first hand from anyone who has those abilities.

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