(i’m almost done reading the stand)
a lady’s hands proclaim her habits…so what does that say about me? if i were to inspect now i’d see one small cat scratch (or maybe it’s from packaging), severely uneven nails, dryness, cuticles with issues, unfortunate stubbiness. ick. these are my hands.
they have always been like this. i tried, once, twice, maybe three or four times when i was younger to not bite my nails. i tried very hard. then they got longer, and almost — almost — something feminine that could be made pretty. but i’d inevitably break a nail (weakened from compulsively chipping off polish), or something. i’d give in. or they’d get too long and i’d stab myself in the eye trying to get a contact situated.
it’s a constant battle. and i know i’m not helping. i bite when i get nervous, i bite when i get stressed, i bite when i’m restless, i bite bite bite.
sometimes i’m good to my hands: nail files and moisturizers and pretty polish and things. i try, but then i forget. and work takes its toll, as does the weather, and then i’m back to square one. it’s a useless vanity i can’t quite bring myself to care too much about.
a lady’s hands proclaim her habits…
but the more i think about it, the more i realize…i’m not much of a lady. that much i can see. i always get something wrong: hair, nails, clothes, makeup…something. and i keep telling myself that it’s because i don’t have time — if i had the time to take on petty vanity i’d be ok — but really…it’s just.
not me.
i’m not sure that i could pull it off anyway.
also: headache time.
mine :
