When I was younger, I’d get so anxious that I would chew my nails to the bare minimum. I remember sitting at home in the bathroom soaking my nails that were about to fall off. It was painful. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t help it. This went on until oh I don’t know , a few years ago. I would get my nails done every so often because I hated how my nails looked.
It was embarrassing. I didn’t know how to get myself to just stop a habit I’d been doing since I was young. I was lucky enough to have Eric by my side and when he noticed I was picking he would grab my hand. It would work for the most part. Unfortunately Eric wasn’t always around, so there were times I would catch myself just picking because I was worried about everything that I couldn’t control.
As time went on I finally started using a variety of Ella & Mila nail polishes; from the Oil Me Up to the Stop Nail Biting. But it wasn’t just the gross nail polishes that would stop it, I had to get in the mentality that what I was doing was only harming myself and my self esteem.
It’s been a rough few months and I’ve cracked more times than I’d like to admit, but I’m so proud to show off my hands. I mean, they’re not the cutest, but the nails are growing and I am one proud lady. I actually think I want to go get my nails painted and cute looking because I have good nails 💅🏼
Let it go and free yourself from the constant need to do more. It’ll happen. You just have to stop, smell the pollution and keep on moving.
I mean they are not filed correctly and I could use a manicure, but this, this is one of my proud moments ❤️