So I'm doing my nails before I leave. I've been attempting to keep them looking nice. The unfortunate thing is that I really know nothing about nail care. The girl who gave me my first manicure also gave me my first nail file. I don't really know how to use it, but I fiddle around with it every so often and try to see if I can improve them.
I've bitten my nails for longer than I can rememember. I do not remember a time when I haven't. I do remember when I started, though. I watched dad do it, and made the decision to copy him. I guess no one stopped me in time. And I've been biting them ever since.
I made a conscious decision to stop in November, and I haven't properly bitten them since. I bite a nail every so often, but not the skin around it - and they look much better than they used to. It's amazing to me that I don't have band-aids on any of my fingers.
I don't think having nice nails should require so much work. I still don't really understand how to get them looking nice. I know it's got something to do with pushing my cuticles back in a certain way and keeping them moisturised, as well as using nail strengthener. I don't really get it.
Anyways, I've come to the conclusion that I will never have beautiful nails. Decent, maybe, but never beautiful. The good thing is that, at the end of the day, I don't really care. Perfection is boring anyways.
posted by Lisa @ 12:32 AM
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