My nails has gone through many stages in my life. They’ve been damaged. They’ve been brittle. They’ve been chewed at. They’ve seen it all. However thanks to these few tricks they’ve recovered into the beauties they are today. Let me just insert a picture so you know what I’m talking about.
I can’t pinpoint the moment I started biting my nails but I can pinpoint the exact moment I stopped. I was at school on a very random day. I was about two classes in and I was walking to my next class. This girl in front of me, she opened the door so her hands caught my attention, was absolutely beautiful. Long –way too long for our school standards- and healthy. It made her fingers look dainty. I looked down to my own nails who were chewed to the point I was nibbling on skin. It was horrendous. I don’t have a picture but I’m going to see what Google has to compare. Wait my husband’s nails is basically how mine used to look like. I’m going to insert the picture now. If your squeamish please look away –or well scroll away.
Okay his nails aren’t that bad. It used to be a hell of a lot worse but recently he has been better. I threatened to paint his nails if he doesn’t consciously try to stop. And by paint his nails I mean bright red that he needs to carry around for a week. Anyway I’m moving slightly off topic. You’re probably wondering how I stopped…how that one glance at a random girls hands made me rethink years of serious nail biting. It was quite simple really. I didn’t like how my nails looked and I vowed to myself at that very moment that I’m done. I’m not going to bite my nails anymore. And I did actually stop. After that day I never bit my nails again. It’s funny really. Before that moment I’ve tried so many things. That disgusting tasting nail polish you put on. That rub chili pepper on your fingers. It never worked. My conclusion is that it was all in the mind. Before I made the conscious clear decision that I won’t bite my nails anymore I only went into the anti nail biting things with oh it would be nice if I could stop kind of vibe. Is this even making sense? You won’t stop till you WANT to stop. You won’t change till you WANT to change. Sometimes you will need help from others but sometimes your decision alone to stop or change is ENOUGH.
I stopped biting my nails when I was about fifteen or sixteen. It was all hanky dory. I would get into trouble at the school for long nails and I would be forced to cut them. My nails were growing without any problems. They were healthy. Oh I should probably explain the whole school being an asshole about my nails. In South Africa all public schools follow a strict uniform structure. There was a large amount of rules of how you look and dress for school. The length of your nails was never allowed to be longer than your finger. So if you turn your hand and you can see nail bits sticking over, it’s too long. There was exception to the rule however. On special events if you get your nails done two days before you were allowed to wear the said pretty nails to school. It was only once and around our school prom. It was my second time getting acrylics. The first time was the year before in my summer holiday. It was a disaster. The job was quite bad as in it took literally two hours for the one nail to chip and ruin the whole look. Removing the acrylics was a disaster too because I was on holiday in the middle of nowhere. There was a professional at hand to remove the nails. So I did it at home and let’s just say my nails was in the worst condition I’ve seen it in YEARS. It was thin, brittle and just well brittle. It wasn’t a good look. It took my nails months to recover and return to its healthy self prior to the acrylics. So after the second time I went to a professional to remove them as I thought this time around my post acrylic nails would a hell of a lot better. It wasn’t. Same thing. Thin and brittle. I tried acrylics two more times in the next two years. It was the same old thing. Thin and brittle. The last time I wore it, I vowed to never touch the things again. It was extra thin and brittle. It took me a year to healthy nails again and I had to do a lot to get there. I will get to it in a moment. Just after my nails recovered I went to get my hair done and they offered a free gel nails with the package. As it was free I was all for it. The nail technician promised that gel is a hell of a lot better for your nails than acrylics. I figured it was worth a try at least once. REGRET. Post gel nails was thin and brittle. It took another few months of treatment to recover and as I sit today I can tell you I won’t be doing that again. Lesson learned. I will stick to the good old nail polish and my nails thank me for it.
Here is what I did to recover from all the shit I did to my nails and how I got it so strong, long and healthy today.
To treat my thin and brittle nails I would apply nail hardener once a week. I did this for years. Eventually the treatment had my nails strong and hard. Almost too hard. If your nails are too hard one wrong move, too much pressure will break your nail. My natural nails were growing in strong enough. I didn’t need to apply the hardener anymore. So I switched over to nail oil to moisturize and keep my nails healthy between nail polish applications and daily life. It worked like a dream!
My main piece of advice is to stay consistent with the right treatment your nails need at the time and be patient. It’s going to take time. Before I leave here is a video link to my favorite nail YouTuber and her advice on the matter. Her handle is Simply Nailogical and she is the holo mother to many. It’s a nail thing. Here is the link. It is a very helpful video and I would definitely recommend it if you’re trying to grow your nails.
That’s all the advice I got. Best of luck and I will see you in a click!