But in the spring, when I can bust out my flip flops, there is one activity in which I allow myself to indulge.
Behold my crimson toenails.
And there is something about looking down at my little painted digits that validates me in the most satisfying way. Nail polish is not functional. But it is feminine.
To the world at large these toes declare, "I am female."
Should you catch me without makeup or accessories, please do me the favor of looking at my toes. And be proud of me for asserting my gender. Even if it's on my feet.