I had a call from my GP asking me to go in about a rash (shingles as it turns out). I said sure, 20 minutes. Then I realised I'd just painted my nails! I had no time (or inclination) to remove the varnish so I mustered my courage and tootled to the surgery. I certainly felt exposed in the waiting area. Went in to see the Dr and didn't really hide my lovely black nails. No comment made of course. Then I went to my local pharmacy to pick them up.
All done. Another chip against the fears. Maybe I'll grow the courage to go to a group meal on Saturday with them painted.
It would have been a bit awkward if I'd needed to strip down - as I am in pretty knickers, bralette and holdups. Ha ha.
My fears play out as "if you were really a CD/gender-fluid it wouldn't be an issue" - but I'm starting to recognise that as my need to fit in.
My wife says not to worry about painting my nails, that in 2023 nobody would notice or care (I'm in London UK). Any thoughts on that as I feel very exposed?
All told a fun day being underdressed and having painted nails. I am loving it.
