The power of a red nail
My nails are approaching 7 years of marriage to the colour red. It is hard to pinpoint the moment when this love affair began, but let me try to explain the attraction.
According to Google the colour red is associated with energy, danger, strength, power, and determination as well as passion, desire, and love. Many of these associations stem from the fact that red is the colour of blood and fire. When I think of the kind of the woman I aspire to be, words such as powerful, passionate, desirable and strong hover around the top of my personal list. So why wouldn’t I want my nails to be dressed with those adjectives?
When I go to my local drugstore to pick up toilet paper and that week’s frozen dinner but find myself in the nail polish aisle trying to choose between 50 shades of red, I don’t consciously think “which one of these reds will make me look like the strongest, most passionate, powerful woman I can be?” Yet, when I stroke a fresh coat of red on my naked nails I can’t help but feel empowered.
My obsession with red nails could stem from a few different places. I remember watching the iconic Marilyn Monroe in films such as How to Marry a Millionaire and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and I knew that she was the kind of woman who faithfully sported a bright red nail. My young impressionable mind decided I wanted to be a woman like that.
Sometimes I have days where my face decides to replicate a pizza by pepperoni-ing me with an epic breakout. Or days where my hair resembles a cheap dollar store Halloween wig that you wear for 15 minutes and take off because of the steadily growing itch. But when everything else fails me, I reach under my sink, choose from my wide range of reds, and apply a clean coat to get me out of my funk. Admiring my polish, I instantly feel like I am back to the powerful, strong, and passionate woman that I am.
Throughout 7 years of having life throw me curve balls – whether that be when I found out that my mouth would be graced with braces for the first two years of high school, when my first boyfriend decided to break my heart, or when life was just being a real Debbie Downer – I knew I could count on my red nail polish. It is a foolproof way to make me feel like the badass bitch that I know I am.
In 10 years from now, when my brother has decided to have a few kids and I am that cool aunt that my nieces lookup to, I want them to recognize the fact that my nails will will always be painted red. I hope that they are able to take away the power in that. I hope to be viewed as a powerful, strong, and desirable woman. Maybe one day they will aspire to value the same attributes and will be able to relate to the connection I have with feeling empowered and a stunning red nail.