Red Nail Polish

Whenever people ask me what I feel most comfortable wearing, I usually do not have an immediate answer because I believe people should be confident in his or her skin, bare and raw. However, I guess I never realized, until now, the reason behind the confidence behind a certain article of clothing or a certain wear of makeup. The person feels confident in that certain article of clothing because either he or she knows that he or she looks good or because that article holds a certain nostalgic meaning. Ever since I was younger, I feel most confident when I am wearing red nail polish. I never noticed it before, until someone pointed it out. Red nail polish is the first nail polish I have ever seen my mother wore and my aunt wore. It is the first color that I have ever painted on my nails at the meager age of 6. Sounds stupid, as usual.

I dislike the idea that depression is a side effect of cancer. In my opinion, depression is not a side effect of cancer. It is the side effect of dying. Even though some animals can detect mortality and/or feel sad when their offsprings die, I think humans have this weird quality. The thought of animals committing suicide lingers in my mind, and I apologize for the sad idea. It makes me wonder if they do commit suicide, not just willingly hurt themselves, or if they do feel depressed or of they do have a psychological condition of depression when they are ill or dying.

I also dislike the saying "it gets better." People say this phrase for bullying and unhappiness. Even though everything must come to an end, another must start. There will always be bullying in the world, but as a person, you get stronger for it. It never ends. It happens in adulthood, childhood, and in the elderly. It doesn't get. You get better.

With love,

Violet Sar Bleu