letting my nails rip and break, not filing their rough edges down, not synchronizing their lengths when one or more of them do fall/rip off, all of this to show the world (including myself) what it can mean to become non-binary. M(y) nails and hands, whatever you might think of them, are not easily categorized in a binary: pretty vs. ugly, short vs. long, well-kept vs. unkempt, feminine vs. masculine, natural vs. artificial, painted vs. blank…