My nails are one of the very few female traits I've been able to cling to while belonging to such a masculine natal form. My nails are luckily pretty rock hard and I refuse to cut them until they just break off and I have to even them out again. I just absolutely love how they feel and they're such an important trademark for me.
Sadly, I feel the exact same way about my natural hair (which I'm going bald rapidly) and my previously great skin tone (now filled with acne and rosacea), and my previously androgynous craniofacial state (which is now showing severe signs of Acrogemagly) and it's killing me on the inside. My nails are one thing, but I really want what's neck up!
Quite literally, I think we all agree that we love to show off female traits to the world, that we feel more empowered with female traits, and ugh, about the only thing I'm proud of on my entire body is my hands. I really stare at my hands when I'm feeling repulsed by everything else, they sort of make me imagine for a moment that I'm truly prettier that I am. But eh, everything above the neck is just so haggard as of late (going through drastic adult puberty with NO hormone therapy resources) and it's like watching a somewhat-used-to-be-able-to-pass-as-a-girl turn into a haggard old man. If I lost my nails and suddenly they turned into squishy nasty old things that I have to cut off like every boy does, I believe I'd just die on the spot!
I've pretty much had every physical representation of my soul torn away from me by male puberty (which in itself is actually an imbalance and lethal disease), and it's like Voldemort from Harry Potter becoming horrendously ugly after splitting his soul into seven objects.