Relay Column: Sexy Self-Improvement – How Do Men "Meet" Their Own Bodies? On Cute Girls as a Means of Projection (Yuuki Namba)

I once started doing my nails based on someone's recommendation. A cold base coat was painted on my nails, oddly stealing warmth, creating a sense of constriction. It reflected light. As I looked at my shining nails, I felt a flutter in my chest. Glittery nail polish was applied, and after a brief wait, the top coat was added. Once dry, I gazed at my nails. For the first time, I realized, "I do have nails." I came to understand that I possessed nails, that they had this form, and that they were of this size. I became aware that I had never truly known my own nails. The nails coated with artificial materials did not feel like a part of my body. They seemed distant and, in a way, somewhat erotic.

I had been wanting to put highlights in my hair. I made a reservation and dyed part of it gold ash. I was so happy that I took my first selfie. The color looked incredibly cute. From that day on, I developed a habit of using a straightening iron to add shine. Applying oil and stroking my hair in front of the mirror felt so good. I also switched to a new tinted lip product and admired the healthy color of my lips. I bought several rings and tried them on. I encountered my favorite perfume. After a bath, I spritzed myself with a two pumps of a plant-based fragrance that felt fresh. An atmosphere saturated with vitality and a tropical vibe spread around me, accompanying the scent. I felt that my existence was sexy.