I haven’t been particularly girly since I hit about 8. Before, it was frilly dresses, hair bows, and happiness, but after? Plaid shirts, cargo pants, and a bad attitude. Once I got out of the hell prison that some like to call “middle school”, I tried to turn it around a little bit. I wore blouses instead of basketball teeshirts, jeans that hugged instead of hid me, and I even experimented with makeup. It was really hard at first; I felt like I was betraying almost a decade of hard, tomboy work. But even as I began to get comfortable with some colorful eyeshadow and maybe a skirt or two every once in a while, one thing never changed. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t get comfortable with nail polish. Continue reading “The Black Nail Polish Experiment”