Written by Ashley Lopez
About a week ago I made a foolish decision to get long (for me) acrylic nails. Why on earth did I succumb to this choice? I fell into the sticky trap of society’s “this is how to look good” guidelines.
Ugh, but they’re so pretty. This isn’t worth it. I can barely type this. You have no idea how many times I’ve clicked the ‘delete’ button on my keyboard. This is writing hell. I need to get these nails taken off… or maybe shortened. I already spent money on them. I should at least ride this wave out. Right?
Going back to why I got acrylic nails last week. I had some friends come into town and all the girls had pretty nails, or were going to get a fill for their weekend in “Sunny San Diego”. That’s when I noticed my raggedy nails. Ah, yet again I fell into the vicious vortex of not feeling good, confident or pretty enough. Now I have these stupid daggers on my damn fingers. Getting acrylic nails is one thing, but getting them long was just something I decided to do because it looked “cute”. Oh, and because my co-worker told me I better not come back from my lunch with “short nails”. Peer pressure at it’s finest.
I need to be an influencer, not an
There is nothing wrong with showing yourself love and getting your mani and pedi, but this time it was wrong for me because I did it to fit in with other girls. Now, when I go into the nail shop next, I’m going to have them drill these bad boys down and I’m going to have short, beautiful nails because that makes me happy.
Oh, I have so much to learn.
Thanks for reading, xo.