“Your nails are fuckin’ amazing.” I knew she was talking to me, though compliments from strangers are usually reserved for my vibrant friend, Teresa, with whom I was sharing New Year’s brunch, and, who, was quite literally dressed in hot pink from head to toe. “Your nails are fuckin’ amazing,” she repeated as straightforward as she had the first time. “Oh, thanks!” Thanks, because I had paid someone to detail these nails for me as opposed to doing┬áthem myself, so that I might garner some compliments that would encourage me to better my whole self: mind, body, and spirit, in…