My nails

I think this is the most difficult post to write, because it is complicated to try to identify a single thing that we like to write. Even so I decided to talk about my nails, you think I'm too egocentric and boring, but no, my post maybe even be able to help.

When I was little, specifically when entering school started to bite my nails principally by nerves, then went on to become a bad habit that accompanied me to 14 years ago. My big sister flaunted beautiful long nails of which had infinite envy, because my nails were ugly and I could not make them grow. After many attempts by my mother for me out of this vice, biggest already I started painting my nails different colors, I liked having them so, but it meant the polish biting them is damaged, my laziness was much stronger than to paint again nails and again. I sublimate painting them all the time, until one day to another my nails started to grow, initially she broke anyway and it was frustrating, but I had willpower and persevere. Currently only sand down and let my nails grow to that any breakage. The moral of this story is:

-painted nails and strengthen them as beautify.

-sand her nails constantly.

-have willpower.

Greetings!