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It's a Saturday morning. My day off. I book myself in for a manicure in the name of self-care.
An hour of me-time, my phone cast aside with nothing but my thoughts and the soft buzz of the nail file.
I walk into the nail salon and the other ladies do that thing where they all turn around and watch me enter. I don't care – I'm relaxed. The nail lady greets me by name. I'm a regular. I'm cool. I'm chill.
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Then she hands me the colour wheel. And suddenly… I'm filled with dread.
My eyes madly flickering from red, to pink, to blue, to green. They dart to the wall behind her filled with chrome powder, sparkles, acrylics.
I'm overwhelmed. Is it hot in here?! I feel like the TV playing Britain's Got Talent just got really loud.
How could I have been so naive? Every month, I forget the reality of getting my nails done. It's not self-care after all. It's the marker of the beginning of whoever I'm going to be that month.


























