Hello, my name is Kari and I'm a nail biter. Well, I used to be a nail biter. I'm a recovering nail biter.
All my life when ever I was stressed or bored, I bit my nails and the areas around them. It was disgusting. Every time I did it, in my head I was saying "I shouldn't be doing this, why am I doing this?" and yet I did it. There were times when I would attempt to stop but after about a week or two, I'd relapse. Something stressful to me or someone close to me would trigger it or once my nails were steadily growing, one would split and break and would also break my resolve. I am also pretty hard on my hands, so that made keeping, maintaining or even starting a manicure pretty difficult. I'm a puppeteer. You can read more about that here (my first blogging attempt) and here (my personal site showcasing my performance reel).
When the gig I was on ended, it was almost as if someone turned on a light. I told myself I was done biting. And that was it. I stopped.
Now I find myself turning to another vice; nail polish. I change my nail polish about once every 2-3 days. Not that I'm that stressed, I've just discovered that I actually enjoy giving myself a manicure (I've never had a professional one...yet) and I love, love, love trying and discovering new polishes.