Beauty Without Compromise Lately, I’ve been craving rituals that feel good beneath the surface. Not just what looks beautiful, but what honors the body it lives on. For me, nails have always held a quiet kind of power—tiny canvases for creativity, expression, care. A way to embrace your femininity. But somewhere between the acetone baths, the endless filling, and the price gouging, acrylics started to feel more like a cycle of stress than self-love. So, I took a pause. And in that space, I found press-ons—not the kind we wore in middle school, but the kind that actually feel like they belong in this season of softness and intention. If…