I was sitting there and holding one of my nail tools. My husband looked at me and tried to say something but finally, he didn’t slip even one word. He must have gotten tired of my almost ill obsession with cutting my nails, I can hear him nearly shouting out, “again? You sick people!” I was very sure that it wasn’t my paranoid as he did this before, trust me if he didn’t say something like this; it was just because he got too fed up with my odd behaviour at that moment.

That’s how I was inspired to talk about my nails here. Bur first of all, I have to let you know that I never liked my nails in the past and I can predict that I would never like them in the future as well. Yes, in this regard, I am absolutely a mentally unhealthy woman living in her self-image crisis. According to my standard, mind you which is actually very low, my nails have never been good, ugly shape, bad material, dry and weak skin in the surrounding area and easy to get peeled. I wouldn’t bother getting them polished with nice enamel; No, they are just not worth it. What I am obsessed with is to cut them to an incredible length of short and making them look very bald. I feel good about doing so because I could not stand the white parts of my nails growing beyond 1 mm. My Genius record was once I had them about 0.5cm long. It only lasted 3 days despite I felt they have grown into my skin for about 3 years. It was so uncomfortable that I couldn’t wait to cut them off before I got a chance to get them polished, which actually was the whole idea about at the beginning. Since then on, I never tried again.

I also had a short history of biting my nails about one or two years during my early teenager hood. I guess I did that because I couldn’t find better and more convenient nail scissors than my teeth. But I gave it up soon after I found that I was required to frequently point to something with my fingers when I was asked to explain a mathematic question for my classmates, especially the boys, as requested. I have to admit that it had amazing impact on shaping one’s health behaviours

With the time passed by, I have gradually formed my own theory about the nail treatment. Since they are not born to be good, then at least I’d like to keep them clean and tidy. I am still very fascinated with women who always have their nails polished with bloody red colour or wear faked pretty plastic nails. I love to see the proud on their face when they are showing off their beautiful hands, but I know there is no point for me to go to a nail salon once a month or spend a while putting my hands on a nail technician’s table. I will be cutting them, cutting them and keep cutting them….till I can’t cut them myself :-0