I've never been a nail polish person. I'd put it on for a while until it chipped and when my nails would grow, even just a little...I'd bit them off, thanks to my anxiety.
That is until I put some on at work the other day, (shhhh...don't tell anyone) and then my nails started growing, beautifully. Then I'd clean that one off and put a new color on; nails grew more, then a new one, and so on.
My nails look good. They've never looked good because I always bite them off. I've restrained from ripping these things off for the past 3 weeks now.
I'm having trouble playing my guitar, and typing on my laptop, and picking my nose (not really...ok totally...you do too, don't deny it!)...but it's worth it.
That is until I put some on at work the other day, (shhhh...don't tell anyone) and then my nails started growing, beautifully. Then I'd clean that one off and put a new color on; nails grew more, then a new one, and so on.
My nails look good. They've never looked good because I always bite them off. I've restrained from ripping these things off for the past 3 weeks now.
I'm having trouble playing my guitar, and typing on my laptop, and picking my nose (not really...ok totally...you do too, don't deny it!)...but it's worth it.
1 comment:
Way to go at kicking the biting habit! I have still yet to discover the joy of nail polish :-)
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