>First of all: sorry for showing you these not so beautiful pictures.
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I do show you, because I think I have some kind of need to compensate all these kind of flattering photos of me, with parts of me I am not so happy about. I don’t want to give you the impression that I have ‘something’ more than other people have or do. Not at all.
Besides I think that all these sunny and spontaneous photos are really cheerful, but I don’t want to go out of the way for the ugly side of life here either. That is exactly the reason why I also showed you the funeral outfit and the “art” post.
I’ll illustrate what I mean with my love/hate relationship for my nails. I felt a kind of obligatory with you to do this post, because some of you lately mentioned my nails were so beautiful. Well, they have been, some time, last time, but 99% of my life they haven’t.
To steel one illusion from you: I always try to use my left hand on photos (check some outfit photos if you like). Simply, my left hands nails are much better, much more equal, much stronger and have not as early chips as my right hand – obviously because I use my right hand more.
Then I have to admit that my nails are an obsession. They have always been, but I’m really trying hard to let them not be in the future. That’s way, at this place, I’d like to share this personal challenge with you.
From when I was very little to one and a half year ago I was a very ‘aggressive’ biter. In terms of: I almost had no nails. Until there came a point where I quitted. Think it was a positive time in my life that made me have the strength, because I don’t know any other reason – I had been longing to quit for a lóng time already. However, since I quitted, my nails have been a little less annoying to me, but not really that much. For example: since the day I quitted, I might have had three days without nail polish. It’s like I can’t live without any more, and when my polish isn’t perfect I’m really freaking out. Then, I am always pulling and ruining them, to a big frustration of my boyfriend.
And -to be very honest- every now and then, when I have my weak moments, I still bite a nail. And there is almost nothing in the world that I hate as much -it gives me an incredible feeling of failure.
I am sorry for the long text, but I hope you can identity at some point with me, and get inspired that way.
Concrete: what I want to do is set a straight goal for myself. I will have to show you my result at the end -what I reached- so that’s my motivation.
From one bitten nail, an infection, little wounds, some stained nails and some weak nails I want to go to just perfect nails. I know that I can have them, so I want to have them.
This picture is taken a week ago; soon there will be an update for the result after two weeks. In the mean time I don’t wear nail polish, use hand cream, cuticle oil and nail hardener and I try t be very good to my nails. Honestly. No pulling or whatoever any more since the day I write this.
Thank you for checking on me in advance ;)!
