The secret: Girls Camp. That's right, one week of camping where my
hands were so absolutely filthy the entire time, that it gave my (as
many of my family knows) nonexistent nails, a head start. I still
put my hands into my mouth, but as I told my husband with excitement,
I can finaly open a can of pop without prying it open with a
knife. ;-) The world with nails is now before me. Someone, please
show this to my mother. She probably will have a heart attack, so
make sure you're up on your CPR sills if you are the one to show her
this tabloid worthy photo. (Possible tabloid title: Alaskan woman,
finally able to grow nails after 29 yrs.)
This is literaly, a miracle! This also goes out to my siblings
Marlene and Martin. I finaly did it!!! There is hope for the chewers
out there struggling with nail biting addictions. This self-
destructive, nail madness can end. I'm living proof. :-). We no
longer have to be embarrassd of sharing a hymnal with someone we don't
know. Just 5 days of camping in the depths of the great Alaskan
forest can bring peace to your life as well as to your nail beds.
I'm offering a support line. Just call 907.240.9145. You don't have
to do this alone.
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