Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I REMEMBER the first time someone told me I had pretty nails.
It was during a P.E. class at Desert Arroyo Middle School.
I was in 6th grade.
Standing in line to hit the soft ball.
Suddenly, a very popular girl, standing in front of me, turned and spoke,
"Oh MY GOODNESS!" She exclaimed. "Is that a french manicure?!"
I am like "HUH?! A WHAT?!?!"
(I had NO idea what that was AND I was actually quite in shock that her highness has even spoken to me!)
"Did you get a manicure?" she asks again?
"Uh, no," I say.
"So those are your NATURAUL nails?!?!" She asks in awe.
I think about this for a moment, not to sure what to say.
I NEVER cut my nails.
I NEVER file my nails.
I NEVER clean my nails.
I NEVER bite my nails.
I NEVER, EVEN think about my nails.
I wasn't even think I know what a manicure was.
ESPECIALLY a French one!!!
"Uh yeah!" I say.
(Cause my nails are about as NATURAL as they get!)
I am totally shocked when she turns to me in total admiration...
"Oh wow!" She says. "I have ALWAYS wanted a French manicure!!!"
This was the beginning of compliments
on something I could care less about!!!
"Wow! you have SUCH pretty nails!"
"They are so elegant!"
"They look so graceful!"
"They look so healthy!"
"Such a perfect pink sheen!"
"Just the right curve!"
And I am thinking...
AS IF I CARE about my nails!!!
Compliment me on my hair!
Compliment me on my eyes!
My WONDERFUL personality!!! ;)
BUT NOT MY NAILS!!!
And of course the questions...
Do you spend a lot of time on them?
How often do you file them?
Is there a special vitamin?
What brand nail clipper?
WHAT do you do to get them like that?!?!?!
AND THE ANSWER WAS SIMPLE!!!
My nails grow.
They break perfectly even across.
Then grow back.
And I NEVER thought twice about them!
UNTIL ONE DAY
Oh happy day
A very, very, very cute guy came over to me and casually said...
"Hey, pretty nails!"
My heart started beating faster!
My pulse was racing!
I FAINTED a million times, INSIDE!!!
"Oh, thanks," I said CASUALLY!
And that was it!!!
SUDDENLY I CARED!!!
I went with my friends to the mall!!!
They were looking at clothes for a youth conference.
I was shopping for the PERFECT nail buffer.
I mean who cares about new clothes, WHEN you have pretty nails?!?!
"He said I have pretty nails," I said sighing.
"Oh brother!" said one of my friends.
"We've ALL told you that before!"
"Yeah, EVERYONE tells you that!"
"Yes, I said, but YOU ALL are girls!"
"I have had lots of girls say it before...
BUT the guys have ALWAYS been negative about them...
My brothers say they are gross, they call me "Claws"
Say they are daggers- a weapon-
"YOU NEED TO CUT THOSE!" they say...
BUT HE SAID they are pretty!!! *SIGH!!!
I buffed them.
I filed them.
I noticed them.
I liked them.
I became VAIN about them.
OMW!!! I EVEN kIsSeD THEM!!!
they began to break.
As each one broke, I would think...
God is trying to teach me a lesson.
Finally there was ONLY one long nail left...
I should probabley just leave it I thought...
"Clip it!" said my brothers!!!"It looks WEIRD!!!"
I pulled out my buffer.
Just one more time...
And it was over!!!
Everytime my nails start growing back...
Gone is the beautiful elegance.
Gone are the compliments.
Gone are the looks of admiration.
In their place is short, stubby little nails.
AND you know what I'm gonna do about that?!?!
I don't cut them.
I don't file them.
I don't buff them.
( I do clean them now...I mean...LOL...)
I DO NOTHING!!!
You know why?!?!
I DON'T EVEN CARE!!! =)
Pride goeth before destruction,
and an haughty spirit before a fall.
P.S. THANK GOD he didn't say I have pretty eyes!!! ;)
♥Mary Frances :)