Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes, on the hard days, doing my nails feels like an act of rebellion. It's like this little but visible way of saying ‘No, I won't give in to the Hard. No, I won't believe the lie that I don't matter.’ It's defiance. It's war paint in the battle against surrender. It's a small, attainable way to acknowledge that I am worth my own time and effort. So yeah, sometimes, on the bad days, I do my nails.