I grew up, and my bad habits stayed with me. And the people around me only have to make comments to me: “Tear off your hands for this!”
My bad habits
Tear off burrs
I have a talent for looking for burrs. I deliberately look for them with my fingernail to provoke their appearance. And when I succeed, there is no turning back: I try to either bite off or tear it off. To do this, you just need to pull the skin. And when it stretched out to the size of half a nail, you make an important decision: to tear off or bite off. You choose the second option and bite off only half of the burrs. Again you pull it to the top and … you feel a hellish pain that will not go away in the next few days. The process is not pleasant, that it is better to deprive the people around you of this spectacle and be left alone with your bad habit.
How I love to “renew” the skin on my lips. She herself will never do this, so she needs to “help”. And I help. Several times a week, or even a day. The main thing is to properly pick up the skin with your teeth so that the layer is as thick as possible. Then the process will be more tangible, which means more satisfaction. Why else would I need all this? Definitely for fun. True, in a minute I will regret it, standing in front of the mirror. I’ll start scolding myself and swearing that this is the last time to somehow try to get rid of this terribly harmful and not beautiful habit!
Rip the nail polish off
Surprisingly, peeling off the nail polish is a separate type of meditation for me, when you experience a feeling of purification. Even if you have nail polish remover and cotton pads nearby, you will still peel off layer by layer. A real pleasure is when the varnish is removed from the entire nail, however, this skill requires constant practice). I know that this is harmful to the nails and dirt on the floor, which then I will have to wash, but this process is so addictive that once you start removing the varnish from one nail, you cannot stop.
Bad habit of touching your face
And this habit scares me with its frequency of occurrence. Several times a day I touch my face and look for something to pick up. And I find it. At the same time, I experience a strange sensation – the confidence that this is simply necessary. And after that, an incredible feeling of guilt for picking out a little harder than usual and provoking inflammation. I try to fight it, but somehow it doesn’t work out very well. I asked my husband to make comments to me, and when he makes them, I start to get angry and explain: you don’t understand, there’s one thing that I need to rip off and I’m not going to do it again!
Every time I scold myself for these bad habits. I even tried to shame myself that I was a beauty blogger and all that, but all this until the first burr and bitten lip skin …