Red nails
We played with it, I used the red one and she the other.
I've never been the kind who polished her nails but i was enjoying applying it at that moment.
We were in Pampanga then and we didn't bring nail polish remover, so for 2 days, my nails
were painted red.
My mom termed the color - POKPOK RED... My cousins - MENSTRUAL RED...
I noticed that while i had those red nails, i felt a bit weird. A part of me felt sophisticated.
A part of me felt ashamed.
Everytime i looked at them, i felt slightly...not myself. Its true what they say in Psychology: Dress yourself in a certain manner and you'll eventually feel and act in the same.
We finally went home to Manila...Before i slept, with a couple of cotton balls and a bottle of acetone, i finally was myself again...And it felt GOOD! Haaah...
i figured, RED NAILS AREN'T FOR ME.