Our Story

For almost 20 years, biting my nails was just something I did.

I honestly can't remember a time when I didn't bite them. When I was stressed, bored, scrolling on my phone, watching TV, or even just thinking — my hands would somehow end up in my mouth.

I tried to stop so many times. I'd tell myself, "Okay, this time I'm actually going to stop." And then I'd bite one nail… then another… and before I knew it, I'd be back to square one.

I hated how my nails looked, but more than that, I hated feeling like I couldn't control the habit.

So I decided to stop waiting for the "perfect" time and actually document the process.

Day 1.

I started taking care of my nails and using products that I hoped would help me stay consistent. But it definitely wasn't perfect. There were days I struggled with the urge. There were days I picked at the skin around my nails instead. There were days I relapsed. And I decided I wasn't going to hide that.

Around Day 5 and Day 6, I had moments where I caught myself biting again. Day 7 felt like I was almost back at square one. But instead of giving up, I kept going.

I started noticing something: keeping my hands busy made a huge difference. When I was doing something instead of mindlessly scrolling, I thought about biting my nails much less.

I also started using a bitter-tasting nail liquid as a reminder whenever I caught myself putting my nails in my mouth.

By Day 9, something had changed. I still had the urge to pick at things, but instead of using my teeth, I started using a tool to deal with loose skin and cuticles.

Then came more days without biting.

Day 10. Day 11. Day 12.

And suddenly, I could actually see my nails growing. That was probably one of the biggest moments for me — because I'd spent YEARS seeing my nails short and damaged from biting them.

There were still ups and downs. Some days I picked at the skin around my nails. Some days I struggled mentally. And there were moments where I could've easily gone back to my old habit. But I kept reminding myself why I started.

Day 24.

My nails are growing, I'm not biting them like I used to, and I'm finally starting to see what my hands can look like when I actually take care of them.

And the biggest lesson I've learned? I'm not someone who magically woke up one day and stopped biting my nails. I had to catch myself. I had to restart. I had to find things that actually helped me. And I had to accept that progress wasn't going to be perfect.

That's actually why I started thinking about creating something of my own. Because if I've spent nearly 20 years struggling with this habit, I know I'm probably not the only one.

This isn't a story about having perfect nails. It's about finally deciding to take control of something I've struggled with for most of my life.

And honestly… I'm only on Day 24. So this is just the beginning.