A seemingly simple self-request

I would stop chewing my nails if I could. And when I say chew my nails, I mean my nails and the skin around them. I have gone through so many boxes of Band-Aids it's not even funny. I can't decide whether I have an oral fixation or if I'm just super-anxious all the time. I'm sure it's a little bit of both, as with all my self-assessments. I've done it since I can remember. I stopped for like a month about a year and a half ago. I went with my mom to the spa at the Gaylord Texan and the lady there laughed when I said I wanted french tips 'cause my nails were so weak and short. I was proud of them, though.

My addiction to nail-biting/finger-chewing has helped me realize the true meaning of "I would if I could." Life concepts don't always have to come from big, traumatic events.

Well, it's a little traumatic since Band-Aids are involved.