For years, every three weeks without fail, I would head to a nail salon for a gel removal and fresh manicure. I flip-flopped between chic spots where they served flat whites or glasses of champagne, to no-frills local places where you're farmed out one by one without so much as a hello. This repetitive routine took its toll on my nails; the removals weren't always gentle or caring, and my nail beds never got a break or a breath of fresh air.
It wasn't until I had two children that I could no longer keep up the habit, and my nails finally got the reset they so desperately needed.
