Pride

Once upon a time, I used to bite my nails. My fingers used to look stubby, raw and unkempt. I suddenly stopped biting my nails. I saw a photo or an advertisement in some magazine of a woman's hands. The fingers were beautiful, long and tapered, the nails were buffed, polished and shaped and I opened my fingers and flinched. My nails are well-kept now. I am manic about my nails. Sometimes, when I look at my fingers, they seem alien and unknown. How could I have changed so?