So here’s the thing… I have had this disgusting habit of biting my nails. It all started when.. well practically when I came out my mother womb. Crazy right? At 7 years old my mother walked in on me chewing my baby sisters nails because mine were bitten to the core. (Sorry Nivy.) I figured what the hell. This lasted through-out my child hood. I used to sleep with clenched fists, i had a fear of someone somehow seeing the horror i called my nails. In class i would never do presentations for the sake of one of my friends noticing. Yes it was unhealthy and basically crushed my self esteem. But December last year, changed my life. i swallowed my pride and went to the nail salon. Pretty sure they worship nails or something because when she saw mine she almost collapsed. she just HAD to fix them. So she popped on some fake nails and they lasted about two months. when they came off I could NOT believe what i saw. NAILS. real, life, beautiful, grown, nails. My nails. I have never experienced before. Its like being trapped in the dark all your life then someone finally giving you a light and a mirror to see your reflection. I was proud. So much to do, so many people to tell! The only problem now is that i start having withdrawals and i shake like a crack baby. I dont know if thats supposed to be funny, or sad. or both. But i find myself having battles with my ring finger, that biatch grows faster than a cha-cha-chia plant and i dont know weather to use my teeth or a nail clipper, i run to the bathroom for nail clippers before my teeth decide to take charge and i rummage through my bag like a crackhead looking for drugs, my palms are sweating and im a nervous wreck. THERE THEY ARE! when i find them i swear its like i hit the jackpot, i feel like i accomplished something. Good job Nour you managed not to chew your nails off for two months. I have a lifetime to go. If only they had nail biters anonymous..
