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For years and years, I was a serious nail biter. My mother tried everything she could think of to get me to break the habit: hot sauce, soap, perfume, lemon juice. Nothing worked. I wasn't an especially nervous kid, but I was a serious thinker and would bite my nails and twirl my hair when lost in my thoughts or a book.

It wasn't until I got braces as an adult that I stopped biting my nails. And the only reason I stopped biting them then was because I couldn't figure out a way to get around the metal in my mouth to latch onto the nail to bite into it! Once I stopped biting them, my fingernails grew in nice and strong, just like my mom's used to.

This photo was snapped with my iPhone while I was stopped at a red light and my left hand was draped over the steering wheel. Yes, folks, these nails belong to me! They are not bought and paid for -- they are au natural!

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3 Responses
  1. Anonymous Says:

    ROFLMAO...and you are thinking of getting rid of your iPhone to cut costs pffft

  2. Anonymous Says:

    Gosh how in the world do you type with those things? LOL As soon as mine get past the tip of my fingers, they get filed and re-polished.

    I played classical piano for years and got used to short nails. I've grown them out a few times but they drive me crazy so I always end up filing them back even with the fingertips.

  3. Wow! People pay lots of money to have nails like that!

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