I was 11 when my 20-year-old sister drove me to my first nail appointment. Until then, I had observed for years my mother and my two older sisters visit the nail salon about five miles away from our home in Pico Rivera, a predominately Latine suburb of Los Angeles. I’d watch my sisters set aside $25 for an acrylic set, plan the day they’d go to the salon—typically a Saturday—and return home with trendy styles. Think: “Selena Red” with squared-off tips or classic pink and white French tips.... Read this story
