nibble nibble no more
I have been a chronic nail-biter since I was old enough to know how. I used to be really brutal and nibble to the kwik (quick, kwick?) . When I was in the 4th grade, my friends mom said she'd buy me a nail-care kit if I quit biting. It didn't work but I thought about that promise for years after that. I could get into the idea of a reward! I let my nails grow briefly for a few weeks at a time throughout high school and then I got into wearing fake nails. I'd superglue them to my fingers. Rough. Finally in my latter years as an undergrad I was able to curb my biting for months at a time. My hands actually started looking pretty. But then I would get stressed out or get PMS or be hard at work on the computer, and chomp, chomp, chomp. Nails all gone.
Today, my nails look lovely. Bill said my hands look very lady-like (he says weird things like that sometimes so I am used to the fact that this is how he gives compliments). My right thumb nail is a little hit-up but overall, a stunning show, really. So, as a reward, I bought myself some $5.75 nail polish (clear) which makes my nails shiney and thick.