I wanna be fit and sexy and have a flat stomach and be lean and have lots of muscle.
I wanna be skinny and tiny and dainty and delicate and bony and frail and look cute in everything.
I wanna not give a shit about what I look like and be happy instead.
If I had to choose one nail polish to wear on my fingers for the rest of my life, it would be Essie Geranium. Without a doubt. It’s the perfect bright red, but it has a hint of orange that keeps it from looking too harsh or cold. For one that’s more orange (with a hint of red), I like Essie Clambake. It’s pretty on hands, but I really like it for pedicures.
P.S. I know I am a million gazillion years late to this party, but Seche Vite—where have you been all my life?! I have no patience to wait for my nails to dry on a good day, but the other day I painted them while Isobel was napping and had just finished as she woke up. I slapped some Seche Vite on there, hoped for the best and went in there for a diaper change. Not a smudge. This is where I’d insert a praying hands emoji.