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.