I never thought nail issues were a real problem.
They didn’t hurt.
They didn’t slow me down.
And no one ever said anything out loud.
But quietly, they shaped my behavior.
I chose closed shoes—even in summer.
I avoided beach photos.
I hesitated in moments that should’ve felt effortless.
If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance you recognize that feeling.
Not pain.
Not urgency.
Just a constant, low-level embarrassment that never quite goes away.