Sometimes when I speak before large audiences, especially in the south, I think, "I should really get a manicure. I should really do my nails."
I grew up with a mother who had a fresh manicure every week. She was actually a hand model in her younger years. A hand model! I come from beautiful hand genes!
But I simply detest having nail polish on my nails. I keep them short, unpolished, and boring. Too long, and they make annoying clicking sounds on the keyboard when I write. Too bright and shiny, and I have no choice but to start picking at them.
So no manicure for me.
I realize that my lack of nail polish represents something of a signature style. It's a little act of differentiation, uniqueness, and personal preference that asserts my individuality. This is a good thing. I remember this when one daughter wants to wear the same leggings and t-shirt every single day or when the other daughter needs a little clutter to feel comfortable in her room.
Allowing--indeed celebrating--difference is part of motherhood, friendship, and personal growth.
When God knit me together, He knew I'd dislike nail polish even though I come from great nail genes. I'm OK with this, finally.
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What's something that gives you your signature style that's totally different from your mom?
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