I was a nail biter.
You wouldn’t know it to look at me, with trim, tidy nails in a usually understated color. But I was a skittish, nailbiting kid who kept up the habit through adulthood. When my teenaged daughter wanted nice nails for events like proms and sweet sixteens, I gladly paid. It occurred to me that I deserved just as nice but rarely spent the time or money on my own extravagances.
In 2006 I made the decision to no longer be that nervous kid and start treating myself as I wanted to be treated. After wearing tips for about a year I pretty much broke the habit and stopped wearing the fake nails. I learned how to do them myself, although not nearly as professionally as they do in the nail salons. It’s like I made up for lost time, buying more nail polish than I could ever use.
I’m a little sad that I missed the nail-grooming-girl-bonding part of being young, learning a little late that a game face is diminished by ragged nails.I hate the sound of nails clicking on the keyboard, especially of they’re mine. And I don’t wear elaborate or even long nails; they’re not my style.
More importantly, they’re a quiet victory sign. I sometimes lapse back into nailbiter mode but catch myself.
If you’re trying to stop biting your nails here are a few hints:
- Get manis if you can afford them. Investing your earnings in this goal gives it tangible value. Also, manicures can be very relaxing.
- Consider tips or silk wraps until the habit is broken.
- Go for a short, rounded nail. It’s harder to gnaw at and easier to get used to.
- Experiment until you find your style. Have fun with it.
- Flaunt in front of the people who made you most nervous. They no longer have that power over you.