my toes are harlots

Seriously? I have no problem going braless. And when I'm feeling confident in my body, I'll wear the skin-tight pants, the plunging necklines, the short skirts, and think nothing of it. But somehow, I find that the very red nailpolish I painted on my toes last night makes me feel squirmily immodest.

(I didn't look at the color name, but given my discomfort, I wouldn't be suprised if it's called something like Whore of Babylon in Ruby Shoes Your Mama Taught You All Wrong Now Go Hide Your Feet.)