The night walked down the sky with the moon in her nail-less, stumpy nailed hands...
I really need to stop picking my nails.
My neuroses has caused me to succumb to this habit for most of my life, and it was not until my senior year of high school that I realized how beautiful my hands actually are. I had allowed my nails to grow for the first time in my life, and they were truly lovely. I could paint them, and they made my jewelry shine!
Without the femininity that comes from having polished and lengthy nails, I feel as though my hands look masculine. (As they rival most mens hands in size).
So I will try my hardest to leave them alone. NO MORE PICKING. This will be a small goal that I set for myself over the summer.
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