I really love nail polish! Like, way more than any normal person should.
I'd be even more obsessed if those wacky obligations like work, school and bills didn't
get in the way. Darn responsibility!
For me, painting my nails is almost therapeutic in a weird way. It’s
something I have absolute control over. I know exactly how I want it to look. I
guess you could even call it a ritual.
I used to be a nail biter. I think it runs in my family. I bit it down
to the bloody nub. Yeah, that bad.
But then I started buying nail polish and I guess that kind of motivated me to
stop biting them. I realized that short, nubby, chewed on nails didn’t look
very attractive with nail polish on. Not to mention healing nails hurt like a mother. Now I can’t even think about biting my
nails. The uneven, jagged edges? Never!
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| Disregard the box of wax in the background. |
These are my nails. Don't laugh. They're marinating right now. I have a coat of Sephora by OPI strengthener on which is smothered by my handy dandy Burt's Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Cream. It's like a lemon-y tin of heaven. Plus, it makes your cuticles crazy soft in like, one use.
So yeah, I can't wait to start painting my nails! Ha. Even if no one reads this, at least I know I followed through. :)
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