Oral Fixation

I am not an aficionado of nails.
I am not good with nails.
In fact, they are my worst nightmare.
My most shameful secret.
Except it is not a secret.
Everyone knows.
My most shameful addiction.
That's better.
I, rii, bite my nails.
Hardcore biting.
For lack of better adjective.
Extreme, perhaps?
It does not fit.
I have bitten my nails to the core.
My pinky's nail was so small it was around 3 or 4 mm from the nail bed.
How disgusting is that.
I hate it.
So much that I covered them with band-aids.
Lied about them too.
Because for some reason people love to ask about the reason for the bandage.
"What happened?", people would ask.
Seriously, does it matter?
I am obviously OK.
If that's what worries you.
There is no need to ask.
It is not important.
And it probably involves disgusting details.
Yet people always ask.
ALWAYS.
So I lied.
I would say, "oh yeah, I hurt it while using my scissors."
"I scraped my finger."
"I stapled it."
"etc."
I have now stopped biting my nails.
It has been around 3 weeks.
3 weeks is a long time.
They look like normal nails.
Short but normal.
I have battled my nail addiction with gum.
Gum makes me not bite my nails.
So, I chew on gum.
It is not a better habit.
But it is healthful for my hands.
I do not want to have fat fingertips.
I heard this is the effect of biting nails.
I like my fingertips unfat.
How superficial of me.
But not really.
One teacher told me I had an oral fixation.
I thought it was awkward that she would tell me this in front of the whole class.
I agree with her now.
I bite my nails.
Pens.
Pencils.
Gum.
Chew gum not bite.
Anything really.
I hope I stay true to not biting my nails.
Only time will tell.
Oh wow, how cliche.
Gross.