Excuse me, can I help you?
I am a little busy right now biting off the very last shred of fingernail that is not physically attached to my finger.
I am not sure why I am an adult woman who still bites her fingernails but I like to blame it on generalized anxiety and that nobody can be perfect, not even little old (perfect) me. I’m just like the rest of you guys- mostly perfect with some weird traits.
Maybe once a month my nails look like baby carrots and I’ll admit that. I’ll own it. Do I love it? No. It’s entirely a self loathing practice. I must secretly hate myself so I bite my nails and then I hate myself more. I’m not sure where or when the cycle ends but it’s expensive to get your nails done every month and I’m a cheap gal who still questions whether something like stopping my self loathing cycle in its tracks is worth fifty dollars. Anywho.
I remember my parents had an intervention with me one day when I was young and said Sarah, why do you keep biting your nails? I said because …
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