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Growing up, I always wondered why my hands looked different from my mom's and grandma's; especially their nails. Theirs looked long ang narrow and looked so good when painted. In fact, I have very vivid memories of watching them get manicures and pedicures. And while I was told that my hands and fingers were feminine, I think I always hated the way my nails looked. The shape is weird. The length is short. And it never seemed to look good when painted.  I had a very bad nail biting habit when I was younger. Perhaps that's why my nails now look so bad. Despite that, I had a brief nail polish phase when I was in college. It went as far as me using nail polish with glitters and little butterflies in it; making it seem like nail art.  And I loved them. I felt happy showing them to others because I did that.

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